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My Rival

“I’m going to screw you where you breathe, and laugh.”

He blinked slowly, a lizard in the autumn sun, “Because of that thing?”

I didn’t answer, just stood up and threw money on the table.

“Try not to steal the tip once. Control?”

I walked languidly. His wife was waiting for me at the hotel.

 

Doc Krinberg.

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Dear Bridget

I adjusted the silk tie and then pulled my jacket on.

 

She was behind me on the bed watching my ‘man’ ritual; reaching my arms out to free cufflinks from the sleeves, rolling them between my fingers.

 

“Getting dressed?” I asked.

 

Bardot mouth, “No.”

 

I loosened my tie. Pout to smile.

 

 

Doc Krinberg.

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Real Man

As her bra cups loosened, she smiled.

“I like how you just do that one handed.”

I smiled thru the kiss, glad she didnt feel the razor as it cut the strap. The rest, like the others, would be cake…

 

 

Doc Krinberg.