? She blinked. I could see her eyes were teary. Her mouth quivered. She grabbed the lapels of my leather jacket and pulled me closer. ?You're the only ones I know who can help me. I need you to make the pain go away.? The tone of her voice had changed as if she was on the verge of crying. She was shaking. ?Please!? I held up the Tickler's business end. ?This doesn't make pain go away...? She glanced at the instrument in my hand and held back a sob. ?Oh, I can handle that pain.? Her voice was steady and I believed her. ?But this...? She put her hands over her heart and started to cry. ?Cecil...? She looked back up at me. ?...he ripped it out. Make me forget.? She fell to her knees. ?Help me feel something again. Just do it. Please!? I looked at the tip of the whip she'd selected. I knew what it could do to a man and I didn't want to be the one to do it to a twenty-something young girl. Not to that body. Not to her. I looked down; she was kneeling, her arms wrapped around my knees,. My heart picked up pace a little. “I’ve missed you too,” I said.“I thought maybe you were cheating on me, that’s why you wanted to break up,” she said.“I wasn’t cheating, no,” I responded. That wasn’t entirely true – although I wasn’t seeing or sleeping with anyone, I was heading in that direction via text with the girl I was now living with.“Are you seeing anyone?” Grace asked.I hesitated very briefly, then lied, saying, “No.”It was about then that I became acutely aware that Grace had dressed up to meet me and that she smelled amazing. New perfume.I glanced at her, and noticed she had tears in her eyes. I didn’t really know what to do, but I guess I wasn’t completely over her, judging by the wave of affection that I felt right in that moment. I reached over to her, pulled her to me, and started to gently kiss her on the lips. She responded, gently at first, then with more passion. I could feel myself getting hard, but nothing more than a passionate kiss took place.“I love you,” she.
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