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She started crying and he looked worried, thinking her scream combined with the crying meant he'd hurt her. Her smell and her taste and her texture and temperature filled his senses, blotting out the room, blotting out introspection, blotting out everything except for the sweet urgency. She manages a weak smile and turns to the door. I knew what he meant. Yes, unfortunately; he usually arrives around seven.
So there we were, cooped up inside the truck, staring glumly out the window, watching our possessions being spoilt with water.
Mark stood up and untied his shorts. I whimpered as I watched her digging through her purse.