My mother came in while I was packing. She watched me a while, fingering the stacks of clothing folded neatly on the floor. “You are not packing these?” she asked after a while. “No, mummy. You can give those away if you want,” I said. She nodded. “I can think of a few people,” she said. I knew why she was in my room and it did not sit easily with me. Where I had been packing before with an …
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Wes palmed my right breast and rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Someone moaned in my ear, a breathy, shuddering thing that was full of as much heat and pain and lust and when …