The
Fair Warriors are tangled with one another on the floor around us, deeply
asleep.
Joy asks, "When are they going to wake?"
They look enticing, the naked women in their accessible postures, and their husbands locked in dreams. I wonder how our intense attraction to one another is going to play out.
I say, "I'll let them sleep
until after we're gone."
She says, "Mighty
Morpheus."
She's trying to break down my
discipline and persuade me to let her go with us on the mission. I need to resist.
She absolutely can't go. It's too dangerous. I won't let her fuck me into
changing my mind.
My body doesn't listen. My
undisciplined legs wrap her hips. My mutinous arms carry my traitorous hands to
her breasts.
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