The Hardest: Aegean Wine
A woman and her ex-boyfriend are leaning against a wall. People are about their business, awaiting this station's train. The numbers are total fairly high capacity.
'Deal is give up my seed and your
bestus
girlfriend gets impregnated say you.'
Unexpectedly he doesn't act repulsed or shocked, rather he curious. Were he expecting that from her wasn't happening this evening. She stares in the near distance steely eyed. Guys aren't asked, much less do every day. He himself a far older gentleman nestled in his fifties, would producing still be feasible?
'Castries, bet every dime I got you're not talking to your last hookup.' A man of social ability is accustomed to different samples of the fair sex. Other women since her not out the question.
'Darling Papillon walk with me.' They begin. A wise screen should a nosy in the somewhat scarce crowd care to listen. He is well attired in an overcoat, hat and scarf tied round the neck, well groomed. Moment this encounter began anyone at distance respects the cologne. She closer still registers his pleasing breath of mint. Has aurora of an accomplished life.
'In or what?' abruptly asks after a barely a hundred paces. A deep-seated resolve weighs on her. Another man may have felt rattled. Castries saw no need for shemozzle. He shapes the conversation about family.
'A strong devotion the nexus between you and her, I no doubt of. My question is you have what it takes to nurture this entry into the world come what may Papillon?'
'Humph. We've put a lot of thought into the money we'd need. The job's pay's not piss, room at home.'
'That's...'
His ex cut him off. 'Be easy. I read you. Dorks are bound to come at us lesbians. Call us lezzo. We've pretty much haven't you heard sacrificed what the world thinks on an altar. Me and you can live without the marriage round our necks. Me and her can raise a child without it.' Are elements in society frowning at the thought of a marriageless elope, say nothing of a same sex in the blend. She next after a pause, 'We picked a respectable lab. They've got a brochure you...'
Interrupting, 'I'll save my eyes. Saw these banks on TV or whatnot.'
'Castries just so you know no one's forcing you to raise the kid.'
'Fuss not Mon Cheri.'
Offhandedly inquired about his dating. 'Lit any jack-o'-lanterns in a girl's life recently?'
Responding to his ex, points out he has nary a hint of a Mademoiselle on his arm for now. Straightforward and euphemistically asks sex from her. 'Let's pollinate the flower
again
Mon Cheri.' Its not in exchange, he wants to satisfy his loin.
Next indoors on a bed it's hot and heavy. Papillon was motivated to feel a man down
there
- only in part. She had missed him for less sexual pleasure than his affable personality, so not surprising a reconnection even though not exclusively hetro these days.
Hard in his movements, gentle thrusts be damned - sense is would not get this close again for a very long time so hit all its worth. Wasn't one sided, giggled, her nether region felt full. Gratified each other. Are many decrying
woman and sexuality
put together.
The encounter wasn't some cynical inducement.
Rayette, wants to try and clarify the relationship no matter, sitting up in bed, feet on the floor. Papillon a
