Chapter 8

“Enjoy it, Adam, every last drop of it.”

Honestly, I decided to let him call me by my first name, since I liked it falling out of his plump lips. And between laps, consuming my explosion from his nipples, breathing in his sticky male scent, I thought: Chocolate forever. He’s now mine, and quite tolerable against my skin.

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I met his parents: Judith and Milo Kind. Judith was tall, thin, and striking at fifty-six. The woman had her own local cooking show called Southern Fried Delicious, which was doing well. Milo Kind was a retired wide receiver who played in the ESFL (Eastern States Football League) and suffered from bad knees and numerous headaches.