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Song Hearing Damage-Thom Yorke

Beta'd by the smiling Linsadair

Soccerward POV

I felt like shit.

I had just let her walk away after acting like a prized prat the night before and to top it the fuck off I had let slip that my dick has his own fully fledged and horny as fuck personality.

I spent a lot of time in the next few hours staring at my phone and trying to work up the nerve to phone Bella up and grovel like a mother fucker if I had to.

The idea of grovelling to anyone was alien to me. I never grovelled. In fact I can't recall a single time in my life when I apologized to a person and meant it.

That's just the way I am.

The way I've always been.

Until Bella.

After a hundred thousand fucking times of hitting dial and hanging up before it connected it finally hit me that Bella deserved more then a garbled apology over our phones, she deserved a face-to-face explanation for me acting like a twat.

I stop off at a florist on the way to Bella's hotel and it occurs to me that I don't really know where she is and what she's doing right now.

Fuck it. I'm going to have to phone her and ask if I can see her.

All this is so fucking new and strange for me.

Usually if I want something I take it, I do it, I bust that shit wide the fuck open, but I can't be that way with Bella.

For one she won't let me and secondly she shouldn't let me and I don't want to be that way with her.

I make a nervous call to Bella who answers the phone in a voice that gives me no clue as to how the hell she is feeling right now.

I'm scared.

I'm a fucking pussy and yet I'm okay with that.

Bella has really fucked up my game. Figuratively speaking.

Bella agrees to let me come over, but I don't let on that I'm going to be there in the next hour.

So forty-five minutes later I find myself standing outside her hotel room and hearing things I don't want to be fucking hearing. At all.

I stay perfectly still with my ear to the door. It sounds like Bella is fucking moaning.

I'm the only fucker who gets to make her moan.

An "oh yeah," echoes through the door shortly followed by a "fucking hell that's good."

I have heard enough and apparently so has my dick. 'Someone else has dared to plunder our lands, Edward.' He's loading a Glock and putting tiny knives into the waistband of his penis trousers, fucker means business and I am right there with him.

I waste no more time and burst through her door.

She's alone, at her computer, watching...hold the fuck up.

Is that, two dudes fucking?

"Bella?" I ask arching my eyebrows. I'm trying really hard to ignore my dicks pleas for brain bleach. He claims he will never be the same penis after this.

"Bella," I ask again. "Is that two dudes fucking each other?"

She's gone bright red and keeps opening and closing her mouth. I don't realize she's on the phone till she tells who ever it is that she needs to go and hangs up.

Now I'm really fucking disturbed.

She's watching what seems to be gay ass porn while on the phone to fuck knows who.

What kind of kinky fuckery is my girl into?

"Edward, I know what you must be thinking." I'm glad one of us does. "It's not what it looks like, I'm not really sure what it looks like, Edward will you say something or sit down? You're looking a little pale."

I don't sit down, instead I walk closer to her so I can get a better look at the computer which for some reason is still running and these two guys are still going at it. I mean really going at.

The one dude is riding the other dude's ass so hard and fast my own is stinging just looking at it.

What I don't get is why the other dude seems to really fucking like his ass being plowed that way and I really don't fucking understand why Bella is getting off on it.

Is she gay?

No that's not right because she's watching dudes and she's a girl so if she was gay she'd be watching a couple of birds at it. My dick looks up at nods at the idea of two girls fucking.

I give him a pat but quickly fucking stop that shit when Bella sees what I'm doing and looks back at the computer screen.

Great. Now she thinks I'm gay as well.

"Bella, what the hell is this and why are you getting off on it?" I ask her.

"I could ask you the same," she retorts with a glance to my crotch.

"That was more of a protective gesture," I defend.

Bella just rolls her eyes "They can't get you through a computer screen, Edward."

Whatever. I'm taking no fucking chances.

"Turn that shit off before my dick is permanently disabled."

Bella narrows her eyes and gets this evil fucking smirk on her face.

I'm suddenly scared. Really fucking scared for me and my junk.

"Are you telling me this does nothing for you, Edward? That watching them fuck each other and suck each other off doesn't have you the teensiest bit curious, wanting to experiment?" she purrs.

"No it fucking doesn't. It hurts my ass just thinking about it. I know it's been a couple of days, but in case you've forgotten I'm all about the pussy. Hairy pussy, bald pussy, dripping pussy, open and god damn waiting pussy... that is my shit," I rant.

Bella's eyes are looking hooded and I can see her rubbing her thighs together.

Yeah, bitch is remembering about me and the pussy. Specifically hers.

"You want me to remind you, Bella? About me and the pussy?" I ask her.

Her chest is heaving and her cheeks are flushed.

I move closer till I'm stood in front of her chair and run a finger down her face, her neck and along her collarbone, dipping it to her cleavage.

My dick is hard as fuck just from the look in her eyes, it's leaking and the little bastard is eager. He's trying to open my zipper and cursing me out for not hurrying up.

"Stand up, Bella."

She stands and I pull her closer to me so we're chest to chest.

I kiss her hard; I'm trying to tell her with my kiss that I'm sorry, that I don't want to her hurt her or let her down.

She returns the kiss with the same passion and my dick is so fucking hard it could cut a fucking diamond in half.

I grab her ass lifting her up by it, she wraps her legs around me and I back her into the wall.

I'm kissing, touching every inch of her bare skin, but it's not enough, I need more of her skin, her skin on mine. I need to know I haven't fucked this up.

"Raise your hands, Bella," and she does.

Her top comes off in one fluid motion and her bra is off just as quickly.

Her chest is still heaving, her breathing ragged and fast. It's just like mine.

We have shit to talk about. I know that, but right now I just want to feel her.

So I do. I lick, stroke, suck and grab at her till my dick is leaking like a motherfucker.

"Edward...more...trousers," Bella tells me.

She goes for my belt buckle at the same time I undo the buttons.

The trousers are gone.

Our underwear is gone.

It's just me and Bella, skin to skin and I am still so fucking hard.

"Touch me, Edward," Bella begs.

I'm not one to refuse such an offer and put my fingers where she wants them.

Her moans and my breathing and small whimpers of my dick are all that can be heard.

She's pumping me and I'm trying like fuck not blow my load like a pussy assed virgin boy, but fuck me if her hands aren't the holy god damn grail of all hands.

"Bella...Bella, stop need to...inside," I can barely string a fucking sentence together.

She moves her hand and I line myself up and push my way into her. I'm a fucking liar. Her hands are great, but this is the holy fucking grail.

We are hard, fast, wanting and lustful as fuck.

We fuck like it's the end of the world and I still can't get enough, can't get close enough, deep enough.

It's biting, licking, scratching, hair pulling and screams.

Its angry make up sex and it's fucking awesome.

We come together, so fucking hard I'm sure Bella is going to trap me inside her with the strength of her orgasm and it doesn't stop. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to come again for a year.

When it's over I kiss her lips gently and pull out, setting her back on her feet. She wraps her arms around my waist.

It's cold and we should get dressed or something, but I want to stay like this. I want to stay in this little lust bubble where my dad isn't pissing me off, I didn't go ape shit on a team mate and I didn't treat Bella like crap.

Of course Bella is more realistic than I am and tells me we need to get dressed and talk this shit out.

I personally thought I said all I needed to say with my dick; clearly I was really fucking wrong.

She disappears to the bathroom and I get dressed.

My dick is lying back in a smoking jacket, enjoying a brandy and cigar, congratulating him for being the master of Bella's uterus.

Cocky little site.

By the time Bella emerges from the bathroom the lust that made the air thick has been replaced by a nervous tension and I am so far out of my fucking depth its unreal.

I'm fighting all my instincts that are screaming at me to run. Run because this is not what I planned, I never planned to feel this way to get in this deep. With anyone.

I don't run.

I stay and wait for Bella to speak.

Right now she's kind of pacing back and forth and frowning.

"Bella, what's going on?" I finally ask.

She sighs and turns to me.

"Edward we shouldn't have done that," she tells me.

"What? Have sex?"

She nods and I fight the urge to tell her to stop being so fucking stupid. The sex was amazing.

"It was your fault, you were getting all hot and bothered about your gay boys, I was merely your enabler," I laugh.

Now she looks pissed.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, Edward? You fucked up yesterday and you fucked up this morning and you fucked up when you came here and fucked me before we had a chance to talk about it all."

I run a hand through my hair and count to ten so I don't explode.

"Look, I know I fucked up, but you could have said no to the fucking and you should have if you were just going to throw it my face which, by the way, is becoming a bit of a pattern with you," I tell her.

"Okay, fair enough. But we still need to figure out what we're going to do about the mess you've made at the club. What the hell possessed you to beat that kid up anyway?" she asks.

I want to tell her about my dad, how he gets under my skin like no one else. I want to but I can't. Letting someone in like that is just too much.

It's not my style and I'm just not ready.

"Look I just had a bad day and that kid pushed the wrong button with a bad tackle and I lost my shit, simple as that. I shouldn't have done it and I shouldn't have stormed off and got piss drunk, but I did."

Bella comes closer to me and runs her hand across my forehead "One day you're going to have to talk to me, properly and stop hiding behind all your macho bull crap. I don't want this to end, Edward, but if you ever treat me like you did this morning, like you couldn't give a rat's ass then I will not be so forgiving, understood?"

I nod and kiss her.

She smiles and we're good. For now at least.

She pulls me over to the couch sits down in my lap.

This is good. Calm and peaceful and that fucking awful atmosphere has fucked off.

"Who was that on the phone by the way?" I've suddenly remembered she had her mobile to her ear when I walked in and caught her watching...that.

"Oh, that was Riley."

I'm counting to mother fucking ten again.

"Who the hell is Riley?"

Bella laughs at the look on my face. There is nothing fucking funny about her talking to another guy while she's watching porn. Even if it is two dudes.

I tell her just that and the infuriating woman laughs again.

"Edward, relax. Riley is a friend. My best friend, my very dear, very gay best friend."

Oh.

Oooooooooooooooh.

"He sent you the dude porn?" I ask her.

"Yep, look at this way it's just the same as guys getting off on the idea of two girls," she tells me.

Yeah, I can see that logic.

After that shit is out of the way we go to bed and fall asleep quickly.

The next day Bella and I have a meeting with the gaff to clear up the mess I made. He tells me I'm going to be fined two weeks wages for my behaviour and benched for the next game. He also asks me to apologize to my teammate.

I did and it fucking stung because like I said before, I don't fucking apologize for shit.

We don't have training that day, but Bella has to go into the office leaving me to go home and sort some shit out.

I look at the calendar and realize I have three away games back to back including one in Europe which means ten days away from Bella.

Maybe I can get her to come out to Spain for the champion's league game.

I really don't like the idea of going ten days without her and apparently neither does my dick who is wearing all black and playing the violin.

I have a sudden urge to call her. So I do.

"Hey, Edward," she answers. I can hear the smile in her voice.

Yeah, my girl really fucking likes me.

"Babe, did you realize I'm going to be away for ten days as of next week?"

She sighs deeply and tells me she did realize that and she wasn't looking forward to it either.

"You can come out to Spain," I tell her.

"Yeah maybe. We'll be okay though won't we, Edward? I mean its only ten days," she sounds so uncertain. Of me. Of us.

"We'll be fine."

And I hope I'm right.

Resisting temptation has never been my strong point.

****~RD~****

Agentella POV

As soon as I hung up the phone I started to panic.

Just a little.

It only last for about ten seconds when I realized that I needed to keep my shit together.

For both of our sakes.

That night we set the pattern for the next five days.

Edward would train during the day, I would be at work and at night we would be together.

The first three nights consisted of me meeting him at his apartment and fixing him dinner. We would talk and watch something on T.V. before some light kissing that progressed to making out like teenagers, then dry humping until neither of us could stand it anymore.

A trail of clothes littered the floor to his bedroom like breadcrumbs.

After the first night, I started to assume that Edward was either trying to permanently bury his dick in my pussy or make it a mission in life to use muscles I've never used before.

Assuming it was the latter, I made it a point to run during my lunchtime, with a short session of yoga thrown in to help out my body.

Sure enough, by the fifth day, I wasn't as sore.

The fourth night Edward got takeout and stayed at my hotel room. The minute that he was through the door, I forgot all about the food and attacked a freshly showered Edward at the door.

You might say that keeping out mouths either full of food or full with each other was a deflection method to avoid talking. Soon talking would be the only thing we would have for ten days.

Edward had the day off before he started the road trip, so I took the day off so that we could spend more time together.

We actually did something a bit different; lunch with Alice and Jasper at Jasper's flat.

"Bella," Alice coos, answering the door. "Edward," she coldly addresses him.

"Well, hello to you to, Alice," he sneers, back at her.

I give Alice as hug as she lets up into Jasper's flat.

You can tell from looking around that Alice has had a hand in decorating.

His place is manly, with leather furniture, but the flower arrangements and the bowl of plastic fruit on the coffee table are dead give-aways that he didn't do this by himself.

We sat down at the dinning room table to enjoy Thai chili fish cakes served with a salad and fries.

Edward and Jasper start talking about the upcoming games, giving Alice and myself a chance to speak.

"Are you planning to go anywhere to watch the games?" Alice asks.

"I hadn't really thought about it," I answer.

"Well, Rose and I normally get together to watch the games. Sometimes here, sometimes at her place."

Curiosity gets me, so I ask. "Why not your place?"

"Oh my place is just storage for most of my stuff. I practically live here. When we get married, we will find a place together to live in," she explains.

"Oh."

Alice watches me as she takes a few bites of her food before speaking again. "So tell me, how are things between you two."

I almost choke on the food in my mouth. I know that Jasper and Alice know about us. How can she not after Rose catching us kissing, but I never expected her to want to talk to me about my relationship with her brother.

"Alice," Edward whines. "Leave Bella alone. Our relationship is none of your fucking business."

"Shut it, you prick," Alice throws back at him.

Turning back to me, she continues. "It's just I've never seen Edward with someone of class. It's nice for a change."

At that point I start to laugh loudly, watching Edward and Alice spar back and forth like this is…funny.

That afternoon we went back to Edward's place and settled into his bed for the remainder of the day.

In the morning, Edward had to be up extremely early, his schedule consisting of taking his bags and meeting the team at the airport at six A.M.

We had only been asleep for about two hours, after having a late night shower to clean off all the sweat from the never ending sex rounds.

I still hadn't been fully asleep, only lying in Edward's arms as he napped.

Looking at the clock I realized that he would need to be up in the next thirty minutes in order to meet his taxi.

I decided to give him a special wakeup call.

Slipping from his arms, I crawled down his body, gently rubbing along my path.

When I reached his happy trail, I started kissing his warm skin.

I smiled when I reached the end of his happy trail, his cock lying quietly against his hips, already at half-mast.

Hello, morning wood.

Licking once, then along, I grab him with my hands and stroke. He started to move a little and I knew that I had limited time before he would be awake. Taking him fully in my mouth, I only had to bob up and down about a dozen times before his hands found their way to my hair, and Edward started to moan and groan my name.

"Bella."

I hum in response.

"Bloody hell, that feels so good."

With Edward's approval I continue, moving one hand to cup his balls, massaging.

Edward grips my hair, guiding my rhythm to his liking.

"No don't stop, Jesus mother fucking Christ on a bicycle," Edward spills out.

I increase my speed, swirling and running my tongue along his shaft before alternating to nibbling and back to sucking. Hollowing out my cheeks, I can feel his balls tighten in my hand.

"Oh fuck me sideways this is fucking amazing," Edward grunts, as his releases into my mouth.

Finishing up, I crawl back up his body and snuggle against him. "Morning."

"Good morning."

We lie there for a few more minutes, silently enjoying each other. Edward's fingers are dancing along my side, ghosting my breast and caressing softly.

"I'm going to miss this. I'm going to miss you," he whispers. Just those two sentences, show me part of the tenderness that is inside of Edward.

"I know. Me too."

Eventually Edward gets up and I watch as he quietly dresses and finishes packing. After putting his bags at the front door, he comes back one last time to his bed. He sits on the edge, his hand touching my face as I lie naked in his bed, only the top sheet pulled up over me. His eyes rake over my body and the glint in his eye tells me exactly what he is thinking.

"You'll be late," I remind him.

The buzzer rings, indicating the taxi has arrived. He sighs, leans down, he kisses me sweetly one last time before leaving.

I sigh, watching him walk out the door A slow ache fills my chest, heavy and steady.

Edward's schedule isn't too difficult, just a ton of bouncing around from place to place. From Manchester, he goes to south to Plymouth, then to London, to Madrid, then to Newcastle, ending at Stoke.

The first game at Plymouth is on Sunday and will be a FA Cup third round game.

I spent most of the day, before the game, catching up on some work, just to keep my mind busy. Edward called as they were heading to the stadium, checking in on me, and letting me know that the will call me after the game.

"United thrashed Plymouth Argile, 6-0 in a romp at the home park stadium, Masen and Giggs were both outstanding on their opposing wings and defender Emmet McCarty shined in the back 4," the announcer states during the wrap up show.

Afterward, I went down to the hotel gym and ran for an hour on the treadmill, my mind and body excited for Edward's victory.

After a shower and some dinner, Edward came through on his promise and called.

That night, we talked for three hours. Somehow Edward being on the phone allowed him to open up a little. He mentioned his mother and father, just stating simply that they didn't have the best of a relationship.

That he felt Carlisle was more of his father than the one that created him.

When I hung up the phone with him, the ache in my chest constricted like it was trying to surround my heart. I missed Edward, and having him thousands of miles away, not being able to hold him as he talked about such things, it hurt.

More than I expected.

The next day, Edward gives me a short call on his way to the airport and then calls when they land in Heathrow.

We talk on the bus ride, discussing mostly the game and I listen as Edward gushed about his team and how well they played yesterday.

He calls me later at the hotel then early the next morning, making me put my phone on speaker so he could talk to me while I dressed for work.

Cheeky bastard even had the nerve to ask me what I was wearing.

And being who I am, I told him. I think I heard him whimper too.

He called me after the game where we spent another three hours having in depth conversations. I, myself, opened up some this time, telling him how my father sided with Black.

The next morning Edward called me quickly as they made their way to Heathrow for their flight to Madrid.

They had a couple of extra days built in, Carlisle wanting to train, since the Madrid was a CL game.

Wednesday arrives and I decide to take Alice up on her earlier offer to join her and Rose to watch the game. For the Madrid, Alice and Rose are heading to a local pub to watch and have a few beers. At Wetherspoons, I join the girls in a reserved booth.

After pitcher number three, the game is halfway over and Alice, Rose and myself are yelling at the top of our lungs at the T.V. when the game comes back.

At one point, a few friends of the girls join us. Drunk as I was, I start picking up the British slang and practicing a British accent.

United won, 3-2, and Edward had 2 goals and 1 assist, 1 yellow card for dissent. He was subbed at 81 minutes but made a freekick from the 30 yard line that hit the bar. He was also named man of the match. With a great game like that, I know Edward would be excited when he called later.

I expected my phone to ring later, but when I got back to my room, Edward called as soon as I walked in the door.

In my best accent I could muster being shitfaced, I answered the phone, "Hello."

"Bella?"

"Yeah, governor, who did you think this was," I giggle. My accent must sound horrible to him, but I'm drunk and don't care, so I continue.

"Are you pissed?" Oh, I know that one, it means drunk.

"Bloody hell, Edward," I snicker. "Of course I am."

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Are you taking a piss at me?"

"Fuck, Bella," Edward groans.

I can't tell if he is turned on by my fake accent or angry, so I decide make to make sure.

"Edward," I purr into the phone. "Would you like me to tell you what I'm wearing?"

Nothing but heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.

"I was wearing some heels, oops, that I just took off. And oh look there goes the zipper on my skirt," I continue. "Shall I start on the buttons on my blouse?"

"Fucking hell, Bella. Take everything off," he demands. "I want you on your bed, now."

I strip quickly, stumbling to my bed. I crawl onto it, naked and desperate to hear Edward's voice again. Placing the phone on speaker, I lay it beside my head on the bed.

"Bella, I want you to spread legs for me... are they spread?" Edward asks.

Whimpering I lie down, skimming my fingers along my skin, rubbing my thighs looking for much needed friction.

"Good now, I want you to put two fingers in your mouth and make them nice and wet."

I stick two fingers into my mouth and suck loudly into the phone.

"Take those fingers and touch your clit for me, there's a good girl," Edward commands.

"Hmm," I murmur and place my wet fingers on my swollen clit.

"Now, I want you to put two finger from your other hand in your mouth and make them wet."

Sucking even louder this time, the sound mingles with my moans caused by the pleasure my body is receiving from my fingers on my clit.

"Put those fingers on your breast for me Bella," Edward seductively says.

My wet fingers are warm against my cool nipples. I hiss when I start ministrations on my sensitive nipples.

"Does that feel good, Bella?"

"Edward, fuck, yes!" I cry out. Both of my hands continue their work, his words pushing my body.

He softly laughs. "As good as me touching you?"

"Hell no," I groan, continuing to touch my puckered peaks. "Nothing is as good as you."

"That's right, nothing is as good as my hands on you or my cock inside you. What if I told you my cock is hard and in my hands, would that make you wet for me, Bella?"

"Stroke yourself," I pant. "Think of my hands wrapped around your," pant. "Hard cock."

Hell yes, to phone sex with Edward.

"What if I want to think about being in your tight, hot, pussy. Fuck this feels good, are you getting close, baby?"

"Yes, Edward," I moan. "Your cock in me, hard and fast," I pant as my release approaches.

"Good girl because I'm about to fucking explode, put your fingers inside Bella and imagine its me filling you, hard and fast. Jesus Christ I'm going to fuck you senseless when I get home."

"Yes," I whimper, as I insert my fingers. "Home, I want you to fuck me…" my words trail into a soft cry as wave after wave crash over my trembling body.

"Fuck me, I'm coming, Goddamn it, ah fuck!"

A string of moans and whimpers escape my mouth.

Edward is breathing hard into the phone, coming down from his own high, "Wow."

"Wow," I agree.

"Oh and one last thing, suck your fingers off for me."

Without hesitation, I put them into my mouth and suck, loudly into the phone.

Edward growls as I pickup the phone, taking it off speaker. We talk briefly, before he tells me to drink some water and get some sleep.

The next morning I wake with a hangover but manage to drag myself into the office. Even though Edward is heading back to England in a few days, after some more training, I know it will be even longer before we see each other again.

Even with a hangover going on, the ache is still in my chest.

The team returns from Spain on Saturday, where Edward goes straight into training for the game in Newcastle on Sunday.

United won, 1-0, with a Goal scored by Roobey, assisted by Edward. Even though Edward got a yellow card for a bad tackle, it was a good game.

After their win in Newcastle, they finish their road trip with the game in Stoke on the Wednesday.

Normally Edward would come home to Manchester between the Newcastle and Stoke games, but not this time.

Much to my disappointment.

The club, at a previous suggestion of my own, have the squad involved an outreach program that is in partnership with Newcastle FC that trains youngsters for a few days a month. Their timing put them there perfectly to be there for the session.

The kids are happy. The pictures that are sent to me via email a few hours after it is over are proof of that.

My heart jumps as soon as I see pictures of Edward. He is happy, all smiles, working side by side with the kids, giving him all of his attention.

The game was the final win for their road trip. Stoke 1, United 4. Edward gets a brace and Berbatov scored the 4th from the penalty spot.

I was screaming with joy when one of Edward's goals was from a 25 yard free kick.

With a winning road trip, I hoped that Edward would come back and talk more with me, openly. But I had a plan to help.

Edward is due back today, around lunchtime. I wanted to sit down and talk with him, knowing that I needed to get my thoughts out of my head about my suggestion for him to attend some therapy.

I didn't want to meet him in a restaurant, something private.

Knowing Edward, he will explode when I make this suggestion.

After taking the rest of the day off, I pick up a few things at the store before making my way over to Edwards. Fixing lunch is quick and I find myself pacing his hallway waiting for Edward to come through the door.

"Babe?" he voice breaks the silence of his house.

I stop my pacing and make my way back to the front door, only to find a smiling Edward, his bags dropping to the floor at his feet.

"Edward," I sigh.

He shuts the door behind him and walks quickly, closing the gap between us, taking me in his arms and holding me close.

And just like that, the ache in my chest stops.

He holds my face and kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. Moaning, I forget for a few moments my plan to talk to him.

Pulling back, a small whimper escapes my lips.

"Let's eat some lunch first," I tell him, pushing him back and heading into his kitchen.

Plating our food, he comes up behind me, to wrap his strong arms around my waist and rub his hard-on into my backside.

"Come on, lunch can wait," he purrs into my ear, leans down and starts to kiss my neck.

"Edward, you're going to need some energy," I seductively tell him.

He whines a little more but finally sits down to each some lunch.

We talk some about the road trip, how much of a success it was. But as time creeps along, I get more nervous about my suggestion.

So I take the plunge and just ask.

"Edward, have you every thought about some, I don't know, therapy?" I suggest.

He looks at me like I've grown a third head.

"What the fuck?" he growls.

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