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fun would be found in that? I made a bologna sandwich with mayonnaise and mustard. Before I placed the piece of bread atop the turkey slices, I spat into it. Little things like this, impromptu and straying from plan, were going to be my favorite part of the journey we would be traveling together.
I brought her in the sandwich and a bottle of water. With every step I took toward her, I could feel her terror heighten. Her fright excited me, not in a sexual way, but on a level beyond the carnal. I had discovered an activity more lascivious, more lewd and more titillating than any sex act performed anywhere. And it was called RAVENGE.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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