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Last night, you told me that you loved me. Did you mean that?”Without skipping a beat I simply said, “Yes. I meant it. I love you.”“Okay, good. Um, me too.”I grasped for something to say. There’s so much to say, but, this still felt very surreal.“How’s Alice doing? Did she make it into work?”Mel laughed. “Barely! I gave her a bogus assignment in the archives. She’ll be able to sleep in there, no problem. She hasn’t said anything about last night, to me anyway. I don’t know if--”“Mel,” I interrupted. I hoped she couldn’t hear how desperate I felt. My voice still sounded odd to me, quivering a little bit here and there. “I need to see you. We need to talk. But I also need… I just need to see you. Soon.” I’ve been married 30 years, I’m not so good with the smooth talk and the flirting anymore.“Same here, Jim. I think I will knock off work at noon, head on home to my apartment.”“Text me the address. I’ll be there at 12:15.”“Done,” she said.I felt relieved, Mel didn’t seem to notice the. She flashed us that always wonderful and forever amazing zombie-slut-smile of hers and said - that's nice dear, how about a nice cock-massage before dinner? We asked our selves while having our eye-balls sucked out through the tip of or dick - can it get any better than this? Maybe, maybe not but as she eagerly gobbed our creamy goo we realized - it doesn't matter because perverted love is perverted love is perverted love and I'd share her with my best friend and worst enemy any day of the week. She can suck a good dick.The gospel according to St. Soup-bone Ch. 42, p. 17 of the trans-utopia archives.And the whore-prophet of infinite perversity, our beloved mental mentor of the hopelessly absurd spoke to his shameless slutty sex slaves from his dung-heap - "behold my beloved disciples of depraved depravity for I have been transmorphed into your existence from another not very distant alternate reality in order to reveal unto thee that a sheep is a sheep no matter what gender that.
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