the long obsession

We sort of stopped doing it lately, and when he did he couldnt keep it up very long.

He began taking this pill earlier in the week and we seriously had the best-sex of our marriage that night and every night since.

We are now able to do it for hours and he stays-hard the entire time.

• He gets harder then ever now
• He lasts so much longer
• It feels so much better

Dont be crazy, Amber One said. What if the train leaves Its not, I said. The conductor just told me. Were stuck here all night. Over there, they probably have heat and food and a place for people to move around. What else are we going to do We could practice our enthusiasm rounds, one of the Madisons ventured in a tiny voice. Youre going by yourself Jeb asked. I could tell he wanted to come, but Amber was leaning on him now like her life depended on him. Ill be fine, I said. Its just across the street. Give me your phone number and He held up the broken phone as a grim reminder. I nodded and picked up my backpack. I t be long, I said. I have to come back, right Where else am I going to go Chapter Three Peeking out of the cold vestibule, which was slicked with snow from the open train door, I could just about see the crew members stalking alongside the train with their flashlights. They were a few cars away, so I made my move. The metal steps were steep, high, and completely covered in frozen snow. Plus, the gap from the train to the ground was about four feet. I sat on the wet bottom step, snow pouring on my head, and pushed myself off as carefully as I could. I fell on all fours into more than a foot of snow, soaking my tights, but it wasnt too painful. I didnt have far to go. We were right next to the road, only twenty feet or so. All I had to do was get down to that, cross, walk under the overpass, and I would be there. It would only take a minute or two. Ive never crossed a sixlane interstate before. The opportunity had never come up, and if it had, it would have seemed like a bad idea. But there were no cars at all. It felt like the end of the world, a whole new start to life, the old order gone. It took about five minutes to walk across, since the d was blog so hard and flakes kept landing in my eyes. Once I got over, I had to cross some other stretch of something. It could have been grass or cement or more roadnow it was just white and deep. Whatever it was, there was a curb buried in it, which I tripped over. I was drenched in snow by the time I made it to the door. It was warm inside the Waffle House. In fact, it was so overheated that the dows had steamed, causing the large plastic holiday decals stuck to them to droop and peel away. Soft jazz Christmas standards blew out through the speakers, joyful as an allergy attack. The predominant smells were floor cleaner and overused cooking oil, but there was a hint of promise. Potatoes and onions had been fried here not long agoand they had been good. Peoplewise, the situation wasnt much better. From deep in the kitchen, I heard two male voices, interspersed with slapping sounds and laughing. There was a woman lingering in a cloud of her own misery in the farthest corner, an empty plate dotted with cigarette butts in front of her. The only employee in sight was a guy, probably about my age, standing guard at the cash register. His regulation Waffle House shirt was long and untucked, and his spiky hair stuck out of the lowhanging visor on his head. His name tag read DONKEUN. He was reading a graphic novel when I came in. My entrance brought a little light into his eyes. Hey, he said. You look cold. This simply will cause further updates to not arrive in your box.
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Nightly we are doing it for more then 2 hours