Anderson is back home again. He’s had the temporary bag removed and his infection is under control, but he is so thin. He lays back on the bed watching me while I hold Alice. You watch over him, taking his vitals and such. I stare while you bend over and imagine you going down on him. God that would be such a delight to see. I clear my throat. “John, come and get Alice. I have to go to the bathroom.”
You look at me and smile, not knowing the reason I must get out of the room.
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