Every time she arced her back to properly wash her hair, her imposing bosom pressed against the shower door, and every movement made her skin squeak a...ainst the glass. Jessica sighed. There was no escaping her reality, after all.As she turned off the water, another sound she knew all too well filled the room: the distinctive "fap fap fap" of Roger, her husband, masturbating. She rolled her eyes and opened the shower door. There he was, sitting on the edge of the sink, his large hands wrapped. She hesitates, looking again towards the cemetery gate in the distance as though wondering whether escape is still possible. I abandon the flat of flowers and my trowel, turn away from her, and walk to the bench. As I sit, and stretch my legs out in front of me, she mumbles something I can't hear."Excuse me?"She whirls to face me, fists clenched at her sides."Stupid," she spits. "I'm stupid, okay?"I nod agreeably. My gentle coaxing has failed."Probably, but you've come this far." I tap the. More

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