That mind of hers is stewing and I let it, while I try to regain some semblance of control. I’m angry with her. The thought of attempting something real with me so abhorrent to her, yet she’ll yell at hostesses, flirt and drink with that Rex guy and hand over her body to fuck-wit assholes who don’t know how to pleasure her? That’s total crap. I’d give her just about anything she needs if she’d look me in the eyes or kiss my lips or fucking admit that her heart, her soul, her body all belong to me. Pathetic? Maybe just a bit. I’ve certainly never made concessions like this for a woman before.
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