a pleasant change

Slowly but surely, Tracy became a part of our household. I’d wake up and go to the kitchen. She’d be eating cereal at the table in a t-shirt and panties. Her hair would have a tangled knot in the back and her nipples would rise and fall under the cotton. We’d talk. I think she found me a pleasant change from Alan in that regard. He’s not much of a talker. I’m not afraid of her anymore. She doesn’t seem interested in me.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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