he climbed back into bed as gently as he could so he wouldnt wake her  he woke her

sonofabitch 

            her mind once kickstarted went millionmiles an hourthings coursedflung through it through her big beautiful questing braintoo sharp for her own good  was tough to curbto quiet its inertia

Huhwha . what?   Ssssh sorry baby go back to sleep   What . . what’sah . ahwrong?   Nothinbaby   Whaatswrong . you okay?   Yes close your eyes go back to sleep Ill rub your fanny until ya do   Sumptin’s wrong.   Got the night trots thasall   Nitrous?   he chuckled Wheres tha from No love night trots   Nitrous. Oxide. Tha’s funnyyou okay?   I am he suppressed laughing she was killing him   Why nitrous oxide?   Not tha night trots shouldnt have had the hot Italian sausage but I know you like them 

he started rubbing her backher fanny Ssssh go back to sleep Ill tell you in the morning

Morning.

Yes in the morning baby

In the morning.

   Yes 

her breathing became deeprhythmic

 

                                            Motherfuck  another nitrous

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