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This
is
what
he
sees
:
He
is
inside
her
to
the
chest
,
and
as
he
stares
at
this
in
disbelief
and
wonder
she
rests
both
hands
upon
his
shoulders
and
puts
gentle
pressure
on
his
body
.
He
slipslides
further
inside
her
.
"
How
are
you
doing
this
to
me
?
"
he
asks
,
or
he
thinks
he
asks
,
but
perhaps
it
is
only
in
his
head
.
"
You
’
re
doing
it
,
honey
,
"
she
whispers
.
He
feels
the
lips
of
her
vulva
tight
around
his
upper
chest
and
back
,
constricting
and
enveloping
him
.
He
wonders
what
this
would
look
like
to
somebody
watching
them
.
He
wonders
why
he
is
not
scared
.
And
then
he
knows
"
I
worship
you
with
my
body
,
"
he
whispers
,
as
she
pushes
him
inside
her
.
Her
labia
pull
slickly
across
his
face
,
and
his
eyes
slip
into
darkness
.
She
stretches
on
the
bed
,
like
a
huge
cat
,
and
then
she
yawns
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
says
.
"
You
do
.
"
The
Nokia
phone
plays
a
high
,
electrical
transposition
of
the
"
Ode
to
Joy
.
"
She
picks
it
up
,
and
thumbs
a
key
,
and
puts
the
telephone
to
her
ear
.
Her
belly
is
flat
,
her
labia
small
and
closed
.
A
sheen
of
sweat
glistens
on
her
forehead
and
on
her
upper
lip
.
"
Yeah
?
"
she
says
.
And
then
she
says
,
"
No
,
honey
,
he
’
s
not
here
.
He
’
s
gone
away
.
"
