But he did not stop. His hand kept smoothing her back, in slow circles as he spoke softly to her. She would wear down. It could not be fought. In time, she would accept him, open her legs, forgive him, and even love him for what he has done.
(And all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well)
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2006-10-09 09:18 pm (UTC)(And all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well)
"Be still... Shhh..."