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Watching turns into play I lived next to this really pretty redhead who was about 22 and I was
Even though we were technically inside, I could see strangers bustling around in the hotel rooms directly across the street.
And I'm not just talking about the women.
Yes, I had a confirmed good-ole case of the winter cold that just would not go away.
"I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry.
Bringing Christmas every year instead of stealing it.
I gripped his arm, trembling despite no longer being cold and wet.
I shoved on his right shoulder.
Gently, I hefted his balls and fondled them between my fingers and thumb.
" He bunched up his empty wrapper and played with the plastic lid from his cup, his eyes on the table.
Reminded me that he would be there for me.
I can do all the work.
Every day since.