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Gareth was apprehensive about stripping, but it was far too warm for sleeping in his clothes. There were things he knew he would just have to deal with sooner or later and this woman’s apparent capacity to accept gave him courage. Without looking at her, he peeled away
his garments.
“Bloody hell,” she said.
Verity clambered across the bed, a look of horror on her face. Gareth took a deep breath. Her fingers ran down the length of his back, over the curve of his buttocks. She turned him gently, examining his chest
and thighs.
“Shit,” she exclaimed. “Fucking shit!”
She sat back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. Naked and exposed, Gareth felt the familiar heat of humiliation. He had repulsed her.
“Do you want me to go?” he asked, tone submissive, eyes cast down.
“No, no, no!”
She grabbed his hand, pulled him down onto the bed and threw her arms around his neck with an alarming force. Only when he felt her shudder against him did he realise she was crying. Slowly he understood that she was weeping for what had been done to
him. Gareth had to admit it wasn’t very pretty to look at.
Gareth was apprehensive about stripping, but it was far too warm for sleeping in his clothes. There were things he knew he would just have to deal with sooner or later and this woman’s apparent capacity to accept gave him courage. Without looking at her, he peeled away
his garments.
“Bloody hell,” she said.
Verity clambered across the bed, a look of horror on her face. Gareth took a deep breath. Her fingers ran down the length of his back, over the curve of his buttocks. She turned him gently, examining his chest
and thighs.
“Shit,” she exclaimed. “Fucking shit!”
She sat back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. Naked and exposed, Gareth felt the familiar heat of humiliation. He had repulsed her.
“Do you want me to go?” he asked, tone submissive, eyes cast down.
“No, no, no!”
She grabbed his hand, pulled him down onto the bed and threw her arms around his neck with an alarming force. Only when he felt her shudder against him did he realise she was crying. Slowly he understood that she was weeping for what had been done to
him. Gareth had to admit it wasn’t very pretty to look at.
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Re: Hunting the egret
Wed, July 16, 2008 - 12:25 AMWow. This sounds like love lost and begging to come back. But can It?