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.me. Each time I try to wake you, I race back to the bed. I am nervous and excited when I hear you moving through the house. When you walk into the bedroom, soft red light fills the room and candle light cast soft shadows. Sensual pop/rock beats in the background, songs of love, sex, and desire. Laying in the bed is a woman. My arms overhead leave me exposed, inviting. Dark brown hair falls soft on pillows. Deep brown eyes reflect an open heart and love with a sparkle of desire. Sensuous red. I'm pretty sure that Denise has spoken to you, but it makes no difference. I have had enough, Bernie. I want out. Do you understand?"Bernie sighed heavily and nodded. "Okay, Arch. I understand, but it was incumbent upon me to try to speak with you. Denise is distraught and on the verge of a breakdown. I know, I know, you don't want to hear it..."Arch interrupted him. "Goddamnit, Bernie. I've been through all of that. She always on the verge of a breakdown. She's a natural depressive and has. Another story that she told me about was when she used to admire this tall attractive Canadian white guy that was her tutor. One time she went to his house thinking that a bunch of her college classmates were going to be there too. When she got there, she realized she was the only one invited. He played a movie and as they were watching it together, he started to make his move on her. They started to make out, and she somehow ended up giving him a handjob only. I asked her why he didn't fuck. How’s that going?” He fixed me with an interrogative look. “Okay, I guess. She’s some woman!” I fidgeted in my chair trying to think of something else that would sum up the amount of time I was investing in trailing about after her. Paul sighed and put a light to the dog-eared joint in the corner of this mouth. “S, we’ve known each other for a fair few years now, haven’t we.” I nodded. “And we’ve had a few adventures?” “Yes.” I relied. He paused, choosing his words carefully. “S, I don’t.
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