FA113N It was quick, instinctive.

You knew I was lying.

But there was mockery in your voice, and the truth made me feel guilty, and how could I say it?

How could I say that yes, I read an old story, and it turned me on more than most girls have ever managed. That your old words, dusty, crumpled, had an effect that the flesh of others has never achieved?

What could I say?

"Yeah, I lay in bed reading us,and I whispered your name as I came."

What bullshit. You'd never speak to me again.

Even now I cringe at the possibility of you reading this.

But at least on blather, one can be honest.
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