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Max learned from a young age to think of her work in a particular way. There are things she does, things she allows to be done to her, and they are often unpleasant, but one needs to survive. But sometimes there are those in her bed who are not work at all. It is a joy to share in mutual pleasure with those rare people.
Eleanor was one such person. The pain of their parting will be with Max long after the memory of the pleasure fades.
Anne is a surprise, but a welcome one. Out of pain and sorrow comes discovery and passion. Anne is like a cornered animal, sharp and dangerous and scared. Max coaxes her to understanding, coaxes her to climax, coaxes her to pleasure. Anne’s trust is hard earned and a precious thing to treasure always.
Max knows now that Jack is a part of Anne, and she of him. To have Anne is to have Jack; to be with her is to be with him. If not in the same bed, then sharing the same scents and the same tastes. Max has accepted this truth.
Love is not easy. But love is not work either.

scintilla10 Fri 28 Nov 2025 04:57AM UTC
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