Did you learn what you needed to know? I nodded, still staring at his eyes. Trying, only trying? I thought it was funny. By the time Richard lowered his hands and sat up, Jean-Claude's face was back to pleasant and unreadable. Blood was trickling down my hand to drop, drop onto the white floor.
He looked eager, anticipatory. It was as if someone threw a puzzle into the air, and I saw pieces. If it is too much to ask, then consider it unasked, unsaid. Jean-Claude hadn't fed yet, but there was still something I could do for my own pleasure.
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