124. THE RUBIK'S CUBE

I was so deep into Kathy, exploring every depth of her mouth with my tongue that she was almost getting out of breath. 

It was so real, even though I knew I was faking it. So real was the romance that the argument that prevailed between us flew away like the bird and she almost came from the magic of my fingers dipping deep into her and my tongue sucking her out but for the intrusion. 

We both stopped kissing at the same time as if premeditated.

“What is that?” Kathy asked and picked it up curiously. She examined it carefully and continued, “A rubik’s cube?” she points it toward me. “What is a Rubik’s Cube doing in your wardrobe?”

“A gift from Dr. Matthews on the day he died,” I said and tried to collect it from her but she withdrew her hand.

“A gift from a man before he died? Hmm!” she turns it aro