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Morning arrived with its cornucopia of sounds. The closer one gets to the equator, the shorter dusk and dawn become. The blackness of night quickly becomes a full-on assault of direct sunlight.
Jessie remained sound asleep. I sat up Indian style on the bed and continued my addictive visual feast of her body. I do not particularly believe in God, but I found myself thanking him, or her, or it, for creating this person, the body that was lying in my bed. After all, I believe that if there is a god and this god has a gender, then it must be female. Jessie, therefore, must have been this god’s twin.
I slowly began to rub her stomach. I had seen her mom do that many times before. It had multiple effects. Sometimes it relaxed Jessie; sometimes it worked to lessen the pain f
