*Oliver*
“I am reminiscing about all the harsh challenges I dealt with before Pinnie came into my life,” she says softly. “Earlier, when you’d asked where I’d gone. This place, a world unto itself, so far from the maddening crowd, allows memories to slip in, especially those we fight to hold at bay. I wonder if they might die here and forever leave us in peace.”
As I escape the remnants of the nightmare and become more aware of my surroundings, I realize the blanket isn’t enough to prevent me from noticing that once again she wears only my shirt. I become acutely cognizant that it is her bare legs hugging my trouser-clad thighs. And the paradise I mentioned earlier is pressed intimately against my cloth-covered c**k. And that particular appendage is not in a stupor but is reacting to her
