Three of those days she'd called in sick, but the fourth day she hadn't answered the phone. Jean-Claude's hand pushed me back down, and helped my mouth find him again. You did say something, didn't you? I opened my mouth, closed it, and glanced down at the body. I shrugged.
There was no thought about waiting, just the need. A distant part of me thought, Fuck, the rest of me agreed, but not in the way I meant it. He nodded. I'd never gotten the impression that God had a sadistic sense of irony, but someone sure did.
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