My wife, my mate, was laughing. No, she was roaring with laughter.And it wasn't for me.From where I was, hidden behind the porches of the back garden, I could hear Holly laughing between gasps, her scent tinged with the salt of her sweat and her footsteps sounding unsteady on the ground, as if she were exhausted.“I… I don’t know if I can go on, Atticus.” she lamented, breathless “It’s… It’s too much for me.”“Oh, come on, a big girl like you. Just one more round. I know you can do it.” He teased her, and I gripped the porch wood so hard it creaked as if it were about to break “Come here. Spread your knees wider. No, no. Wait, I’ll show you. Let me hold your shoulders.”
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