I had to be so careful of him, so careful, not to hurt him, not to crush such delicate pieces. Suddenly, it couldn't have gotten more awkward. It didn't really look like blood, not if you'd seen enough of the real deal, but it was still a less than comforting image to take away into the night. I heard someone behind me say, wow, and it wasn't Richard, because he was nearly up beside me, rounding the couch.
If I could have stopped my list there, I'd have sent Nathaniel to his room for the night; he did still have a room where all his stuff stayed, all his stuff but him. Try to read my mind by touch again. Yes, please. I threw the flogger at Jean-Claude the way you'd throw a baseball bat when you want someone to catch it.
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