Occasionally, the man would close his eyes when he was alone in his car to picture her legs spread before him, inviting him to touch and taste, to wander, caress, and, eventually, to enter. He knew that she’d been feeling a bit of tension these last few days, as she’d been paying more attention than usual to the muscle that sat above her décolletage, not that he minded. Porn
That night, the man had watched the woman move between the various rooms of her apartment. Washing over the flat stomach he had glimpsed as she had stretched earlier that day. From the occasional wince or adjustment she’d made, the man had come to realise that she did these exercises despite the shock of pain that ran through her chest upon each
