And I’m equally insane. Only someone like me could see the act of devotion in something vulgar and despicable and want to reward him for it.

He feels good, too good, smells even better, and the way his touch has always brought me a sense of safety and security envelops me again. Wrapping myself around him as his body stiffens at first with the contact, and then he relaxes in my arms. Feeding my need for his touch and reassuring him that I don’t feel disgusted at what he did for ...