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Everything is soft and smooth, so well-contained compared to most women. Not as worn, not as gross, not sticky or sweaty. Unfair beauty. Grace wakes a bit, frowning, mean, mad. I stash the stuff in a closet and then walk back outside the house. She’s so tiny and girly, such a late bloomer. Kadir shifts a bit. And I pop a tiny knuckle in. He’s the one thing I don’t want to disturb tonight. Still breathing in the scent of her hair and neck, I lift her perfect ass cheek and feel around underneath. Tastefully trimmed but not completely bare. After probably a few full miles, I leave Kadir with no phone and no idea how he got there. That’s the last thing I remember until now, standing here in front of their house. I need to desecrate it all.
