Nancy Jewel
)i( because that would signal I was taking a pee to someone. Well, it still arched and shot out about a foot. Nowhere near as. He grumbled his discontent and rolled to his back. She pulled the covers down to look at him, really look at him, and appreciate the man he was and the man he was becoming. She noticed that the hair on his chest had thickened, presenting more of a carpet than the dusting it had been before. She looked further down to see he was firming up in his sleep. She wondered who he was dreaming of, and got her answer when he called out her name – and Dawn's. She smiled fondly at hearing him say.
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