As he felt the threshold of soft wetness he froze and said, “Lucy, are you sure?” She whispered, “Yes,” and guided the top of his penis into her vagina. ” “Will you remember me?” “Unfortunately. You will be with me. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. ” The redness in his face betrayed him. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. They stood back together and stared at it.
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