Requiem did something with his hips that brought me back into my head, my skin. The customers are getting restless, Graham called back to us. He touched his face tentatively, as if he expected it to feel different than it looked. I mean, my dad took me to one when I was in my early teens.
It wasn't like he reached out to me, he was already in me almost as deep as he could go. We've got a bathtub big enough for all of us. He'd answered the question the only way he was willing to. A fraction of an inch better, or worse, or just deeper, and I could have bled nearly to death before I noticed it.
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