Gluttony. One of the Seven Deadly Sins
She commanded me to do it again and again over the next few hours. When we had finished, we sat upright on the bed. I leaned against the wall, which served as my headboard. She was lying between my legs. I began to brush her hair, the ends first, to get the tangles out, and then all of her. Then I skillfully brushed her pubic hair. I brushed them until she dozed off. I noticed, however, that Jessie, unlike most adults, was utterly void of body hair, even underarm hair, except for that very small, short crop of pubic hair. Then I just held her in my arms. For the first time, something felt different.
Was it my desperate desire to protect her? I knew that Jessie would never be a person to be possessed, and I wanted it to be like that. Was it the deepe
