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We've been on the road for almost two

weeks.

My boyfriend,

Jonah, drives like he's chasing a high,

fast, loud,

window always down,

music

always up,

conversations that start in one country

and end in another.

We met on a skydiving retreat.

He thinks life is meant to be jumped

into, but I never liked falling.

His daddy,

Frank, was a widower before Jonah

graduated high school.

He worked as a mechanical engineer,

built bridges in three countries,

retired early,

reads every night,

folds things,

measures tea.

Jonah said Frank hasn't touched a woman

in almost a decade.

Jonah has the body of a man and the

habits of a

cartoon.

His idea of foreplay is honking the

horn when I'm undressing.

He's never made me feel watched.

But Frank?

Frank watches like I'm a fire he hasn't

sat near in years.

I didn't plan anything. I only wanted

quiet.

But some quiet is louder than screaming.

Hard. I saw it before he turned. I saw

it before he turned. And I didn't look

away. I don't know who moved first.

Maybe gravity did the deciding. He

doesn't ask. He doesn't hesitate.

He handles me like something valuable.

Breakable. Needed.

I

've

f

aked

hundreds

of

orgas

ms.

Smiled through boredom.

Moaned for show.

But tonight,

my body acted without

rehearsal.