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I was just winding her up when I told her that sometimes she was maternal with me. Just a wind-up, but I was ******* her breast, I guess. Anyway, she jolts up and leaves me lying there with my wet mouth open, the bed splashed with the tumbled contents of the ash tray, and I could sense a ****** confrontation heating up. I prepared the extinguisher. "Don't ******* say that, I can't ******* stand that" She scathed my like a child, and I realised I had awoken a dragon. I sprayed the scene with exaggerated attempts to reduce it's meaning. Palms up, face loose, a goofy ******* laugh. She was having none of it and left me to think about what I had said. I should have been sat on the stairs. But she was a mother once. Well, nearly. Her instincts had been all fired up only for an operation to take away the need. She felt that loss, the mother that never was. And now she had to put up with me.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
I should have known better
I was just winding her up when I told her that sometimes she was maternal with me. Just a wind-up, but I was ******* her breast, I guess. Anyway, she jolts up and leaves me lying there with my wet mouth open, the bed splashed with the tumbled contents of the ash tray, and I could sense a ****** confrontation heating up. I prepared the extinguisher. "Don't ******* say that, I can't ******* stand that" She scathed my like a child, and I realised I had awoken a dragon. I sprayed the scene with exaggerated attempts to reduce it's meaning. Palms up, face loose, a goofy ******* laugh. She was having none of it and left me to think about what I had said. I should have been sat on the stairs. But she was a mother once. Well, nearly. Her instincts had been all fired up only for an operation to take away the need. She felt that loss, the mother that never was. And now she had to put up with me.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
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