Well, it hurt, and she bled, but she just kept on breathing heavy like she was into it, which she was, through the pain, in some way. He only needed a couple of minutes, and was embarrassed afterwards. "I feel like I'm sixteen again," he said. She was thirty and he was thirty-five. He was resting on top of her and after he came, he broke out in a thin layer of sweat. She felt it on his forehead and then she felt it on his shoulders and arms. If that sounds gross, it wasn't. Not then, not to her.
She had to go to the bathroom, had had to go to the bathroom for the previous hour and a half.
It was Earth Day. Does that matter? Does it matter more if they were in Wisconsin?
She wasn't expecting to bleed, because she'd been going to the doctor for a decade now and figured, whatever they did down there should've taken care of that. It hadn't.
Lying on her bed later, he wore a ratty grey sweatshirt with the sleeves ripped off at the shoulder. He said, "I definitely look better with clothes on."
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