He
f
o
u
nd
that
t
e
n
de
r
place
o
n
h
e
r
th
r
o
at
that
sti
l
l
ca
rr
i
e
d
its
o
wn
sp
e
cial
k
ind
o
f pain
and he
pinn
e
d
that
fl
e
sh
with
his
t
ee
th.
F
u
cki
n
g
h
e
r
ha
rde
r
so
that
h
e
r
hair
ta
n
gl
e
d
u
p
a
r
o
u
nd
h
e
r
fac
e
,
st
r
an
d
s
o
f
it
plast
ere
d
o
v
e
r
h
e
r
l
ips
and
h
e
r
m
o
u
th.
He
br
o
k
e
, kiss
e
d
h
er
,
re
t
u
r
n
e
d
to
that
place
that
ma
r
k
e
d
h
e
r
as his and
he
th
ru
st
o
nce
m
o
re
,
his t
ee
th
clamping
d
o
wn,
ha
rde
r
than
e
v
er
.
A
nd he cam
e
.
A wh
o
le n
e
w
k
ind
o
f
d
izzin
e
ss assa
u
lt
e
d
h
e
r
as a
s
e
c
o
nd
st
r
o
ng
e
r
o
r
gasm
r
o
ck
e
d
h
er
,
r
ight
o
n the
h
ee
ls
o
f his. S
o
m
e
thing was
d
iff
ere
nt.
T
hat had
bee
n
m
o
r
e
than s
e
x.
“
M
ating,” he
sai
d
,
re
a
d
ing
h
e
r
min
d
. “
I
t
’
s
a w
h
o
le
’
n
o
th
e
r
b
all gam
e
.” She
ki
s
s
e
d
him,
n
o
t kn
o
w
i
ng all
o
f what
he
m
e
ant, n
o
t ca
r
ing.
F
inally, he
said
it. “I
l
o
ve
y
o
u
,
L
iv.”
She c
o
u
ld s
e
e
h
o
w
ha
r
d it
was
f
o
r him,
e
v
e
n
n
o
w.
A
nd h
e
r
th
r
o
at
cl
o
s
e
d
with
u
nsh
e
d
t
e
a
r
s.
T
he
E
nd
a
nd
the
Be
ginning
G
a
rre
t
t
wait
ed
,
sta
r
ing
at
L
iv.
S
ee
ing
all the
dr
o
ps
o
f
wa
te
r
o
n h
e
r
s
kin like
g
e
ms
o
f ic
e
.
He
wait
e
d
f
o
r
it to
h
ur
t.
He
wait
e
d
to
e
xpl
o
de
,
dr
o
p
de
a
d
,
c
r
y.
He
wait
e
d
f
o
r
a wave
o
f
a
n
g
e
r
and l
o
athi
n
g
and
g
u
i
lt
o
v
e
r
l
e
tting
E
il
ee
n
g
o
.
N
o
th
i
ng
bu
t
a
s
e
nse
o
f
p
e
ac
e
.
A f
ee
ling
o
f wh
o
l
e
n
e
ss.
L
iv wa
t
ch
e
d
him, c
o
nc
er
n
o
n h
e
r
face
wh
er
e
o
n
l
y
e
xha
u
sti
o
n s
h
o
u
ld
be
.
He
l
o
v
e
d h
e
r
e
v
e
n
m
o
r
e
f
o
r w
o
rr
ying
a
b
o
u
t
him.
F
o
r taking
h
er
s
e
lf
o
u
t
o
f
the
o
rde
al
o
f
the night
be
f
o
re
.
What
h
e
r
b
o
d
y, mind
and
s
p
i
r
it
had
bee
n
th
r
o
u
gh and
f
o
r
thinki
n
g
be
y
o
nd
that sc
o
pe
to
s
e
e
h
im
and
his small
s
e
lf-fl
a
g
e
llating
w
o
rr
y.
“I
l
o
ve
y
o
u
t
o
o
,
G
a
rre
tt.”
She
said it like
she
was f
e
a
r
f
u
l
o
f his
re
acti
o
n.
A
s
i
f h
e
r
f
ee
lings w
er
e
w
r
o
ng.
He n
e
v
e
r
want
e
d
L
iv
to
f
ee
l
that
way
ag
a
in.
G
a
rre
tt
f
e
lt
like he
k
n
e
w
e
v
er
ything a
b
o
u
t
h
e
r
and
n
o
t
hing
at
all.
L
ike
no
matt
e
r
h
o
w
m
u
ch
s
he
cl
ue
d
him into
h
er
s
e
lf
and what
was
insi
d
e
h
er
,
it
w
o
u
ld
n
e
v
e
r
b
e
e
n
o
u
gh.
“Y
e
ah?”
He t
o
o
k
h
e
r
face
i
n
his
han
d
s,
ru
nning his th
u
m
b
s
o
v
e
r
the
w
e
t
wa
r
mth
o
f h
e
r
ch
ee
ks.