In the anonymous dark of the theater, his hand repeatedly buries itself in his coat pocket, rolling the silken material of her underwear over his fingers. He presses his fingers under his nose so he can inhale the scent of her. He doesn't hear any of the music, his mind in turmoil. God, the scent of her is driving him mad...
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February 19, 2011
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