Musette was told, Jean-Claude's voice seemed to fill the tension like water in a cup. No insult is tolerated. To deny one’s own experience is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. I looked into those yellow eyes and watched that massive mouth roar up at me.
His smooth upper body was naked so I could see his belly button piercing. I had my gun out of the holster, and Jean-Claude grabbed my hand. He traced his hand down my shoulder. I wadded the shirt in my hands and was forced to go to him, because he would not come to me.
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