The Pocko Times
FINALLY HOME, I RUN TO OUR ROOM, SHEDDING MY JACKET ON THE FLOOR. I FIND MILES ON OUR BED, THE MUSCLES IN HIS FACE ARE STILL AND BEAUTIFUL. FOR A MOMENT I THINK HE'S ASLEEP...OR DEAD? I THROW MY BODY DOWN BESIDE HIM. BUT HE OPENS HIS EYES, GRINS, JUST JOKING. THEN WITH A STRENGTH THAT JARS MY BREATH, HE PULLS ME TO HIM, NESTLING MY HEAD BENEATH HIS CHIN. IT'S OUR LITTLE GAME - PLAYING DEAD, PRETENDING TO BE ASLEEP. THE THRILL OF GETTING CAUGHT IN THE ACT.
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