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Show J9L harder, harder. She fell, an easy fall, but she gave way all at once and fell upon me, putting out one hand to catch herself and for the third timejlike a magical attraction finding my erection. It had slipped out of my shorts, which seemed to jjgceytu/£y us both. Then the only problem was getting my shorts off over it. I was clumsy with her pajamas and when she stood briefly to get rid of them, for a moment I remembered ray past and grew weak, remembered my mulish present and grew afraid. My sex started to slip away from me, %&& then she was back beside me, whiskey breath and bare skin all the way, abadndoned to me, and my dazed mind could fear no more. My god, there was so much of her' I was strengthened too by getting rid of that not-so-benign tumor of a false heroic self, sluffing it off so that I felt cleansed, felt restored to my first self, felt powerful. That had released me, and she showed me the way that freedom takes. On the narrow daybed there was plenty of room, me looking down on her, she with her arms up and around my neck to kiss me, arms around my ribs, hands on my back, hands on my grateful buttocks. I knew what a stallion feels, biting and grunting, but I also knew far more than the stallion knows, how even on a hot muggy night in Chicago, in a stuffy apartment, how grateful still I could be 4> for another person's body warmth, welcoming warmth, inviting me in. Shared warmth, all the way, galloping for life. "Now can we go sleep in a wider bed?" she said. "Sure," I said, cocky. |