PART THREE, TWENTY-ONE
“Rudi. Rudi. Are you ok?” My eyes, opened into slits, looked into Tessa’s face. “You were nightmaring, Rudi.” Her voice came from far away. I looked around. The bed stood on my right. In front was the study table. I turned my head to the left and the door to the balcony was open, a faint glimmer showing in the patch of the sky above the parapet. My eyes fell on the person next to me. Tessa’s soft hand was running in all gentleness on my head. Then she bent down and kissed me on the cheek. “Here,” and she held the glass of water. I got up on my elbow and drank some. I went to the washroom. I pulled down my pyjamas and checked. I was wet, and my p***s throbbed. The dull aching thud still dominated. And I felt weak as if I was making love continuously. The first thing I did the ne
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