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“In the shower, now,” he said when he came in the door.  The edge in his voice was sharper than usual.  I made my way to the washroom, pulling my shirt over my head. “Faster,” he ordered. “Someone’s in a mood,” I joked at his abruptness.  He didn’t laugh. He was pissing on me beforeContinue reading “Cold (Warm?) Open”