Cora moans and I feel an awful, twisting pang of what must be jealousy. I lean into the room and see Cora, naked, her back to me as she rides Michael on the carpeted floor. She sinks herself down on him with a satisfied moan, and I see something golden glint in the soft yellow bedroom light. An envelope opener; one of those gaudy, ridiculous blades that of course someone like Michael would have. I watch as Cora raises the blade above her head while slowly rotating her hips, making Michael gasp, and then she slams the blade down, burying it into him. He screams, but so does she. She throws her
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