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Chapter 6 Part 2
December 24th, 2012
Morning
Sleep was dreamless. Completely and utterly dreamless. And I can say that for the first time with complete certainty. Damon fed me over-the-counter sleeping pills after he was done with me. Though ‘done with me’ sounds a little more unceremonious that our encounter had been.
It was beautiful. Not a letter short of the word. Loving. Gentle. Caring. And while I assured him until I was blue in the face that (thanks to possibly the most near-fatal orgasm I’ve ever had) Bertrand had never been farther from my mind. Farther. Ha. Father. I slept with mine. Well, he jerked me off.
In any case, he thought the sleeping pills would stave off any night terrors about my ordeal. I can’t say with certainty they did. Again, that orgasm very well could have played the part.
When I finally have it in me to admit that I’m awake, I roll over. But the bed is empty.
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