Quotes and related to Megan Murray

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I woke the next morning sticky again, and warm and wetly contented in the groin, and Megan—at least—forgiven. I was sure she had not meant me to be beaten. And even if she had I could have forgiven her: the glow of those moist, throbbing dreams surrounded and protected her—a glow as real and warm as the nimbus of golden sunlight that enveloped her each afternoon as she stood between me and the window to pack her bag …