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If he'd tried harder he couldn't have found a better way to cut to the core of the problem. Ben had never been particularly complimentary about my appearance and in the last few years he'd begun referring to me as his 'old lady'. Drunk Dirty Whore While I laughed about it at the time, it was now apparent that his words had sunk in and caused me to think of myself as prematurely aged. Anger began to burn through the haze of years of negative reinforcement and I started to look at Bryan in a whole new light. So what if he was younger? He was obviously interested and a roll in the hay had to be better than the constant introspection I'd been doing. After all, hadn't I come here to get away from the life that had caused me so much grief?
"Nothing that's worth talking about. And you're right. I do want this."
"Good."
He took my hand and led me back into the apartment. Drunk Dirty Whore I had barely closed the door behind us when he pulled me close to him, holding me so tightly that I could hardly breathe.
"You're not going to regret this, Debra. I promise you that."
I was somewhat surprised that, considering how ferocious he'd been earlier when he kissed me on the patio, he turned out to be a very gentle and considerate lover. He led me to my bedroom and took great care with my clothes as he undressed me, making sure that each piece was folded neatly and set aside. Drunk Dirty Whore Despite the fact that I was nearly trembling with anticipation, I took the same care with his T-shirt and swim trunks and he chuckled at me.
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