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Chapter 3: Morning and Evening
Chapter 3: Morning and Evening I woke up in a bedroom: light blue walls, sheers over the two windows, a small writing desk with a wooden chair, a walnut dresser that matched the walnut floor, a reading chair, and a queen-size bed. Steve Walker prints on the walls. The room smelled of lavender incense. Sunshine poured through the narrow windows, layered the floor and the bottom of the bed. I was naked on top of the navy comforter. My c**k was limp between my legs and smelled of dried semen. I couldn’t remember what had happened after my third scotch. I couldn’t remember. Tap. Tap. Tap. “Shane?” It was the writer outside the bedroom door. “Here,” I said, quickly slipping under the comforter. “May I come in?” “Of course,” I replied, hoping I sounded cautious and vigilant. “I’m nak
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