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I sat there reflecting on the last moon I had paid as much attention to.
Under that moon a decision had been made.
The decision to give in to our wanton desires.
The decision to act out our fantasy…make it a reality.
A decision I had been playing over and over in my head.
When I relieved myself alone.
When I had Bella writhing either above or below me.
As of late, she'd been on top.
It was easier for her.
Because of her condition.
A condition that 'anyday now' could cost me…
Shortly after we'd returned, the seeds of doubt had sprung forth.
And I'd been a neurotic mess since.
Replaying that night with dread, alone in my office with a glass of bourbon, more often than with sexual fulfillment.
