Let's just say that the ardeur needed feeding and Requiem was a gentleman. It was that quick. The latest PC phrase. I didn't remember him being this wide, not quite this long; of course he hadn't been pressed this tight to his own stomach, as if the very ripeness of his flesh was almost too much to contain.
I'd said he pantomimed sex before, but I'd been wrong, because he was doing it now. She made Primo, I said, and it was only then that I realized I wasn't talking out loud. Why are you so busy trying to find reasons to talk yourself out of Nathaniel? I frowned at her. I debated on whether I could tell him to put out his cigarette in his own house, and if he'd do it if I asked.
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