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him once again. Pain etched her face. Or was it
painful joy? She was quite wet.

   He felt himself swell and he lifted his buttocks
off the sheets of the bed, so that she could not use
her knees for support. Only him.

   He feigned his coming by breathing harshly and
she, obviously wanting him to come quickly, did
the same. But he was a long way off and had
trapped her. She had been suckered in and now
her emotion took over. He would get her to come
again.

   She rode him wildly. And she knew she had
been tricked. Or perhaps it had passed for him? No
matter, she moved upon him frantically. Trying to
wait for him. Not wanting to come too quickly and
become unable to satisfy him. So she fought with
herself.

   And he knew all this and it excited him. Because
he hated her. He loved their sex but that was all.
His hate was why he could keep such control.

   When she came the second time he came
shortly afterwards, bursting painfully.

   "Two times," she gasped. "That's never
happened before..."

   On the third ring she picked up the phone.
   "Hallo Helen. It's me, Kevin."
   "Oh, hallo."
   "Still okay for lunchtime?"
   "Yes."

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