He worshiped her.
Most days, it seemed like she almost hated him but he didn’t care. He was addicted to the smell of her, the taste, the texture of her skin.
Other than delivery people, she was the only person he ever saw or interacted with. It had been that way for almost two years.
Every time she appeared on his porch, he knew what she wanted and he wanted to give it to her. Like a junkie, he didn’t say no because he didn’t have the strength of will.
The shakes were too bad the moment she was within touching distance. He needed his fix of human contact, just for a little while.
Each visit, she brushed past him without a word, walked to his bedroom, and took off her clothes. Reclining on his bed, she waited for him to crawl between her legs and deliver as much pleasure with his mouth as she could physically stand to receive.
He never undressed. They never had sex. They didn’t talk.
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I will breathe.
I will think of solutions.
Worry won’t control me.
Stress won’t break me.
I. Will. Simply. Breathe.
It will be okay because I don’t quit.
© Shayne McClendon
A big man with a gentle voice, Walter Allen Hall regained his family’s fortune by venturing beyond the shores of England.
While his peers insisted the only money to be made abroad was via the British East India Company or through the slave trade, he staunchly disagreed.
“People are not a commodity. Not in England, not in Africa, not anywhere a good man wishes to lay his head without shame.”
In all his business dealings, he kept his wife Florence by his side. “No man could be as clever as my Florence. The opinions of my peers mean little beside your fierce mind.”
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Love because you can.
It’s pretty awesome. A lot of people really don’t expect you to react rationally (and with love) when they’re being douchebags.
If for no other reason (like how good it’ll make you feel), do it to mess with their heads.
Mind games with positivity.
“Why do you want to do this?”
To anyone else, Micah would appear annoyed, angry even. Almost thirty years as best friends taught you a lot about a person’s tells. Max knew he wasn’t angry. He was afraid.
“You know why…”
“I don’t bloody know why! Bringing her here could ruin everything.” He turned and stared at the skyline of Manhattan. “Knowing about our lifestyle on paper isn’t the same thing.”
“Here.” Max handed him a glass of bourbon. “Drink and let’s talk it through. Best case scenarios, worst case scenarios. We don’t do it unless we’re on the same page.”
Taking the glass, he shook his head. “Like I don’t know you.”
Max grinned. “I’ll attempt to talk you ‘round to my way of thinking.” He set several plates of food on the counter. “Eat. You think better when you eat.”
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