I thread my fingers through her hair, unraveling some of the mess I made. "You would like my parents," I begin. "They always wanted a daughter too, but after me, their one and only child, they were never successful." I take my other hand from her shoulder and use it to help unweave her tangles as I continue speaking. "I had a dream childhood but wondered, often, if they adopted me. I was completely opposite from them. If there was a violent sport, I wanted to play-ice hockey, football, rugby. It didn't matter how many bones I broke, I lived for the rush." I peel hair from the side of her face where sweat has glued it. I lift the strands I remove and bring them to my nose. God, she smells wonderful and it's even better now that the scent of s*x fills the room. She snuggles in closer with a
