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“How are we doing?” he called. When things at work were going well and Peter came home in a good mood, they would have some dinner, watch some television, maybe go upstairs and fool around a bit afterwards. “Peter, are you sure…” Lauren said. Her legs were too tired for anything now, she pulled herself by her arms. She felt the warm fluid running all over her face and neck, up into her nose. Peter stared at Ruiz’s legs, the stripes hypnotizing him. Ruiz went at it eagerly, desperate for anything to distract her from the pain between her legs. The glass felt like it was filled with lead, her arm trembled as she tried to keep from spilling any on the floor. “Yes, Tiger Balm.” Peter walked around in front of her.