Continued Hiccups

The smooth lines of my suit were crushed under her tight grip. I groaned or growled or whimpered. I don’t exactly remember. But it was an amorous sound for sure.

It was the first time I was listening to myself. It was embarrassing. Surprisingly, I was not taken aback as if I have been through it countless times. I might have been in deja vu.

You don’t even remember. Nick shook his head at me in dismay as if he could not believe it when he was the one blocking me out every single time–upon my request, I admit.

This time, I would, My voice was determined and flat. Remember it all. Do you hear me? I will remember every tiny detail like the lines on the back of my hand.

Silence.

That was appropriate.

I waited for it to happen. For the nightmares to start unfolding. Any minute those horrific pictures from my past would ruin it all for me. I would be left to repent, sweat clad, huffing and puffing like an obese dog.

I waited and waited and waited. Nothing happened.

Neither were the