That gloomy Monday morning woke me up shortly after Oz. In zombie brain-hunting mode, I grabbed him in the kitchen, while he made breakfast, and rubbed my nose on his back.
" Good morning " I mumbled.
" Good morning " he replied, putting out the fire on the pancakes.
I ate with relish what he served me and did not complain when he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. Oz was always ready to f**k, I felt stoned enough in the morning to let me do anything and I knew he was taking advantage of my weak points. Unlike yesterday, when he had been a real fury, this time he took me gently and never stopped kissing me. I liked the sweet version of him, especially in the morning. He gave me the right energy to wake me up.
I c*m several times that morning and c*m again when I felt the warm
