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She couldn't tell what he was thinking from his facial expression so the woman turned her head back to the ocean and moved an inch or so more away from him. She didn't want him anymore, he was like a blight on her soul, sucking up all the energy and emotion. Suddenly the woman felt immensely tired as though she had done a great deal of work and she sighed, rubbing at her temples with a pale hand where she could feel pain building up. For the longest time he remained silent and she watched the ocean uninterestedly, she just wanted to go home and be with Giuseppe, who was the only one that seemed to understand her on any level at the moment, his answer to any problem was sex and lots of it, it was strangely refreshing from the stoic world she had been existing in for the past few weeks, it made her feel alive again.

The flick of his ears backwards drew her attention and her face turned ever so slightly to him, indicating she was listening. She snorted as he questioned her sureity on the matter of the male contributor or contributors as the situation entailed, he tried to word it delicately and she could tell the whole thing disturbed him, it made her feel a little better that he was affected negatively by it,

"The dates match to the threesome me, you and your brother had. There was no one else I have had sex with that matches." Her words were clipped and short, bristling with tension and daring him to say anything about her promiscuous habits, he had no right to determine who she fucked, when or where. The fur along her neck and spine followed her words, bristling with unspoken anger. Blue eyes narrowed, the fire in them growing by the second.


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