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Posted by: kkshaha cnd
« on: September 12, 2023, 06:57:47 am »A woman, not his wife. The cat came to the bed to find out what those strange movements and noises were and she bit her feet. He said **** off, Witch and we laughed. It was the funniest thing in the world that the cat bit the feet of a man who had made her owner scream with pleasure. In the moment after sex we were two people who were more or less attracted to each other and who might meet again to **** or maybe not.
After sex, we thought about possibilities, about Phone Number List people who have sex on Saturdays and have to work on Monday. There were two rooms. We only slept together about three times. Some days I didn't get up. He stuck his head through the half-open door and looked at me for a while, maybe to make sure she wasn't sick, that she wasn't coughing. I covered myself with the sheets and stayed all day with my brain numb, wounded, aching. There was no option to escape, but he analyzed them to the point of exhaustion. Then he put me to sleep, then he woke me up to think about options, then I went back to sleep.
I told him that he needed anti-anxiety and antidepressants. We had to look for psychiatrists via Zoom and pharmacists who, at times when the police were around less, made deliveries looking everywhere like criminals. It cost a fortune. He had money. They continued to pay him his salary with a small reduction each month. It was a good salary, money was the least important thing because there was nothing to spend it on. Sometimes we try role-playing games.