Everyone said it, eventually. Indian sex “That fuck. . One of the few left.”
“Ash tree,” she said. I was her husband. For once, endless media coverage was proper. He was restoring what he considered to be the natural order by removing the bravest, strongest women from the social equation. My crotch felt suddenly cold. We walked the trails together, slowly, holding hands. My wife, she stared out the window, trying to take in as much of the world as she could, until she couldn’t, anymore. I promised her. “Is that what it’s going to be like? A woman with flaming pink short hair was walking her black-haired, long-tressed girlfriend through the galleys, slowly. I felt invincible. You like big titties?”
A couple of days ago she’d have said that with scorn. I rewarded her with another, even heartier squeeze. We need to get out of this house and get some air.”
“Manny, I’m so sorry, I can’t help it—”
“It’s not your fault, I know. “Manny. “Warm like you. I smiled, too. Her breasts swelled against the soft gray fabric of her T-shirt, nipples like bullets.
