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All those weeks of questioning and torturing myself, struggling to deny that he gave me all I needed. Well, not all. I would’ve liked to have some flesh to fuck other than his hand. But all things considered, even that way I felt so much more satisfied than I’d ever been with a woman.

That noon I had no idea what came next. Yeah, lunch. With him. But my mind was still too hangovered in oil to look any further. Later. There would be time to see my options and make up my mind.

Coming out of the bathroom, I noticed the whole house was completely quiet. Weird. Maybe he’d gone to the West Wing to get something? I put on clean sweatpants and tee, looking out the window. It was a warm bright noon out there.

I understood the silence as soon as I went downstairs: he wasn’t around. I didn’t find any trace of lunch, either. Not even the smell of food.

I dialed him, checking the microwaves again. “Where the fuck’s lunch?” I grunted when he picked up.

The son of a bitch laughed out loud.

“What?” I
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