Won’t you have me?”I shook my head. “No.”Her lips screwed-up, and I feared she might burst into tears. God, why did she do it?! Why couldn’t...she have just fucking left well-enough alone?! But of course, it was I who had altered the dynamic of our relationship with my confessional this afternoon, but… I mean, how the fuck was I supposed to know it would lead to my mother trying to fuck me?! Did emotional trauma get her juices flowing or something, because that would be… well, that would be…. - With me he can't, never does. No, it doesn't... You're the mother of our daughter. A saint... Makes you feel like a whore, a tramp...Dri wipes a tear, I put my hand on your shoulder. It's the first time I've touched her, her shoulders are bare, I feel the softness of your skin.- ... All formal, restrained, just the traditional... Fuck me out of obligation.I took a fright I didn't expect such a revelation, things were more hectic than I imagined.- Everything I asked for, insinuated, he doesn't. " I don't think we could. But I will speak with him."Carmelita nodded and then went back to the Salon. Buoyed by theconversation, Ortega continued to make a proper inspection, checking thewater purification plant and Generator rooms before looking round thetank room, knowing that the 'new' women would be in the salon while hemade his inspection and left, without contact.Once he was done, he returned to the cross corridor and inspected theinfirmary. One of the nurses was there, as had become. My wife was getting off to the thought of Jerry pounding her like he had done so many white women in the past. A week later I called up Jerry again but before we went out I let my wife know that he would be picking me up. She was in the back working out in an oversized hoodie and sweat pants but when the doorbell rang I told her that she shouldn’t answer the door looking like that. She was puzzled but took off her hoodie to reveal a sports bra that was sticking to her skin. I looked at her.
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