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He was convenient and safe, but she wasn’t in love and the last thing she needed was for him to find out. He was scared of her, which was a change. Scared to upset her. Scared of her moods. Scared when she withheld affection. Scared when she didn’t. Especially when she didn’t. He had an ugly c**k. It had loose skin on it and when it wasn’t hard it reminded her of a bat, asleep and wrapped in its own wings and hanging from a tree, and when it was hard, she was afraid it would fan out and hiss at her. She didn’t know if bats hissed.
He would know. He was an educated man. He knew many things, surprising things. If she asked him, “What sound does a bat make?” he would be able to tell her. It was too bad his interesting words couldn’t f**k her.
He had the same problem holding his students
