The Sound of Christmas Morning, The Smell of Summer Afternoons
“The Sound of Christmas Morning, The Smell of Summer Afternoons,” by Ariel Graham.
Not like I thought it would be so easy—I accepted everything that could go wrong, irate family members, lawsuits, offspring, being fired—but I was there to give comfort, to help belay fear and prepare the way. I took his hands and guided them to my breasts as I swung my leg over his and straddled him and let him call me Lisa.
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