I did straighten up in my chair, because I simply wasn't comfortable. Damn you, Jean-Claude, damn you. I held him in my arms and wished I knew what to say. I went down on him fast and hard, and this time I bit him hard enough that my teeth closed around that thick, meaty flesh.
What's wrong? he asked. Whether his shoulders would have broadened, or he'd have gotten taller, we'd never know. We'd noticed that just lately. The hem of the robe caught in the water, pulled in the current, like I was wading through a stream.
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