Mal: “She has no idea about Rory, and I plan on keeping it that way. Makes things simple. I like simple.” Woman: “I could be simple for you, Mal.” Mal: “Certainly you can, and you are.” Whoever she was didn’t pick up on the insult. Shame. A punch in the nuts was just what the doctor ordered for Mal. Then the noises started. The tongues and thrusts and skin slapping skin. My thighs squeezed, and the hollow place between them ached. I thought of interrupting him, too—you know, an eye for an eye and so forth—but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I heard. That I cared. No. I
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