Avery pressed his face against my hand, and the mist lifted a little, but I still couldn't see the other woman. Not just the sex. If Jean-Claude hadn't been so certain that it would work, I would have argued. He smiled up at me, and it was beatific, as if he saw something wondrous.
I tried to embrace my beast, Anita. I was his first girlfriend? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Apparently not. You have to look, even with the feel and press of fur against your naked body.
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