This lady is my wife, and I have a right to be here. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. It would not burden him with any obligation. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. There was barely room for one, let alone two, in the passage, and Melusine ended up backwards, supporting Jack as best she could as he stumbled along, grasping the rough walls on either side with both hands. When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. Mounting the door he had last opened, he placed his hands on the wall above, and quickly drew himself up. The rejection caught him like a slap in the face. Later. “No, I’m not a virgin. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks.
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