I took one pierced nipple between my lips, nibbling first before running my tongue over it like an eager snake sensing prey, the cold feel of the nipple ring enhancing the experience. Gloria wasn’t a patient child because her hands…
‘Gloria, O Gloria’
So, that second Saturday, Cynthia called to say she wouldn’t be back from Dubai for another one week. “That’s two weeks without action,” I said, meaning her and not me. The quickie in the loo was already banked. “I know,…