Jesus, that was one dumb fucker she was married to! As I said, I thought that Jenny was a little on the old side for me to have a proper relationship ...ith, but she was one bloody good sex machine.During the day she had told me we could fuck anytime I wanted. She claimed she didn't expect anything in return, except total discretion and I promised her that.That evening I went out to the village pub for a pint and a steak; Jenny had told me they served up reasonable ones there and she hadn't been. My skivvies were all that remained.“Shy are we?” she said. “Let me see that cock. I want to see it now!”I slid my underpants down and off. “Satisfied?” I said. She smiled at my penis as it stood straight out in front of me threatening her. It threatened her, but she didn’t seem especially concerned with that particular truth. She took hold of it and led my unresisting self to the bed telling me to sit on the edge of it. I did as she told me.“Spread your legs wide,” she said. I again did as she. She almost wanted to hug him. ‘Really,’ she assured him. ‘Two eggs, two strips of bacon, and two pieces of toast.’ Michael repeated, as he reached into his clunky old refrigerator. He turned around to see her gazing down at the table, frowning as if she was looking into the eyes of a dying squirrel. ‘Are… are you all right?’ ‘Does it fucking look like I’m all right?’ she growled. She smiled bitterly and mumbled, ‘Those were the first words I said to you.’ ‘Yeah, I know,’ Michael said, smiling. Her hands came back wet, not surprising since she was soaked in the frigid water, but this fluid was thicker and looked black when she brought it closer to her face. Then there was that scent. That awful, metallic, sweet scent. The cloying scent of blood. It was the blood from a gash in the side of her head. It was where all that sickening dizziness and pain was the worse. She rinsed her hand in the clear, cold water surrounding her and then pressed it against the gash and the bump that was.
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