“He left the family when I was a little girl. I don’t like to talk about it.”
“Oh… I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I have a shitty relationship with my Dad too. I won’t call you that again, if you don’t want me to.”
“That’s Ok. You can call me Lizbeth if you want to. I don’t mind. It’s kind of sweet, actually. I like it when you call me that.”
I remember Elizabeth pulled my arms tighter around her breasts and we fell asleep together. Never in my life had I felt closer to a woman than at that moment. I wish I could hold the swollen soft flesh of her breasts in my hands once more. Even if my limp p***s is no longer responsive due to my illness, at least I could feel the closeness of her body pressed firmly against my skin one more time…
