grassy shoulder.
Cars rushed passed in the night.
Leticia closed her eyes and let the pain and emotional agony overwhelm her. She cried until she felt her heart break in two, and then she pounded the steering wheel in frustration with the palm of her hand and screamed aloud in the confines of the car until she could scream no more.
Leticia knew that the pain she felt was a wound too deep and too wide to ever heal. Jonah Noble would be a scar on her heart until the day she died.
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Jonah musing on what life might hold if his life wasn’t to be cut short.
I had never been an envious man until the day I found out I was going to die.
Suddenly, I envied everyone around me – I envied the uncertainty and the excitement of their lives. But most of all, I envied everyone because they had a future, and I did not.
Being told that I had an inoperable brain tumor robbed me of the wonders and marvels of life’s unexpected adventures, for suddenly I knew I was going to die and I knew it would happen within a limited time.
Limits…
For all those people around me that I envied, the joy for them was a life without limits. They had the privilege of planning lives and futures together that I no longer had.
They had the privilege of being able to dream about distant days, lovers they were yet to meet, homes they would one day build, and fortunes they might one day make. They had the luxury of a life limited only by their imagination and the hand of God.
For me, the hand of God had already struck me down – had already squeezed the life out of me before I had died.
There was no adventure remaining – there was only the certainty that within two years I would be dead, and with that certainty was swept away all my hopes and dreams .
Certain death was like a black shroud draped over my shoulders. It hung heavy and clung to me – it bore down on me like a massive weight that made it impossible to rise above and see any glimmer of light.
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Jonah interviews Leticia for his own article.
“Let’s turn the tables,” I suggested to Leticia carefully. “You have interviewed me so many times and asked me so many questions about sex, women and BDSM – and I have done my best to answer all of your questions honestly. Now, I think it might be time that I got to ask you a few questions Leticia…”
Leticia flinched as though my suggestion had struck her with the force of a slap in the face. She blinked and sat quietly for a long moment and then nodded with guarded reserve. “Okay…” she said slowly. “What would you ask me about, Jonah?”
“Sex.”
Leticia squirmed on the sofa and folded her arms in a defensive gesture that was mirrored by her sudden wary expression. She looked away and then her eyes came slowly back to me. “I don’t think I would be a very good subject for an interview about my sexual past,” she said quietly.
I shook my head. “On the contrary, Leticia,” I said. “Whilst your answers might not make newspaper headlines, they would certainly be fascinating to me.”
Leticia crossed her legs – her body language was now entirely closed off to me. She inclined her head. “One question,” she offered.
I didn’t need to think. I didn’t need to carefully choose which question to ask. There was one question that always defined a woman’s sex life. “Did your former boyfriend make you come with his mouth?”
Leticia looked away again, and it was a long time before she brought her eyes back to mine. Maybe she had been recalling her sex life with her former boyfriend, but I doubted it.
“No,” she said softly. “He never really tried, and after a few brief efforts he gave up.”
I nodded.
If a woman is with a man who does not spend the time to learn how to please her with his mouth then it had always been my experience that the relationship was one sided and immensely frustrating for the woman. I had no doubt Leticia fit perfectly into my
Cars rushed passed in the night.
Leticia closed her eyes and let the pain and emotional agony overwhelm her. She cried until she felt her heart break in two, and then she pounded the steering wheel in frustration with the palm of her hand and screamed aloud in the confines of the car until she could scream no more.
Leticia knew that the pain she felt was a wound too deep and too wide to ever heal. Jonah Noble would be a scar on her heart until the day she died.
New Paragraph 15
Jonah musing on what life might hold if his life wasn’t to be cut short.
I had never been an envious man until the day I found out I was going to die.
Suddenly, I envied everyone around me – I envied the uncertainty and the excitement of their lives. But most of all, I envied everyone because they had a future, and I did not.
Being told that I had an inoperable brain tumor robbed me of the wonders and marvels of life’s unexpected adventures, for suddenly I knew I was going to die and I knew it would happen within a limited time.
Limits…
For all those people around me that I envied, the joy for them was a life without limits. They had the privilege of planning lives and futures together that I no longer had.
They had the privilege of being able to dream about distant days, lovers they were yet to meet, homes they would one day build, and fortunes they might one day make. They had the luxury of a life limited only by their imagination and the hand of God.
For me, the hand of God had already struck me down – had already squeezed the life out of me before I had died.
There was no adventure remaining – there was only the certainty that within two years I would be dead, and with that certainty was swept away all my hopes and dreams .
Certain death was like a black shroud draped over my shoulders. It hung heavy and clung to me – it bore down on me like a massive weight that made it impossible to rise above and see any glimmer of light.
New Paragraph 16
Jonah interviews Leticia for his own article.
“Let’s turn the tables,” I suggested to Leticia carefully. “You have interviewed me so many times and asked me so many questions about sex, women and BDSM – and I have done my best to answer all of your questions honestly. Now, I think it might be time that I got to ask you a few questions Leticia…”
Leticia flinched as though my suggestion had struck her with the force of a slap in the face. She blinked and sat quietly for a long moment and then nodded with guarded reserve. “Okay…” she said slowly. “What would you ask me about, Jonah?”
“Sex.”
Leticia squirmed on the sofa and folded her arms in a defensive gesture that was mirrored by her sudden wary expression. She looked away and then her eyes came slowly back to me. “I don’t think I would be a very good subject for an interview about my sexual past,” she said quietly.
I shook my head. “On the contrary, Leticia,” I said. “Whilst your answers might not make newspaper headlines, they would certainly be fascinating to me.”
Leticia crossed her legs – her body language was now entirely closed off to me. She inclined her head. “One question,” she offered.
I didn’t need to think. I didn’t need to carefully choose which question to ask. There was one question that always defined a woman’s sex life. “Did your former boyfriend make you come with his mouth?”
Leticia looked away again, and it was a long time before she brought her eyes back to mine. Maybe she had been recalling her sex life with her former boyfriend, but I doubted it.
“No,” she said softly. “He never really tried, and after a few brief efforts he gave up.”
I nodded.
If a woman is with a man who does not spend the time to learn how to please her with his mouth then it had always been my experience that the relationship was one sided and immensely frustrating for the woman. I had no doubt Leticia fit perfectly into my
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