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Cindy's questions

Cindy looked at me questioningly.
“Now what? I was, and am, in the belief that you love me. I still love you. You’re as confused as I am, because of what I can do, and of what I did. You’re frightened of me now, because of it. I get that. I trust you, to even have offered to swallow you in the first place. Hell, the ultimate Blow Job: not just your penis, but you, totally!
“On some level, you must still trust me. You didn’t run off into the night like Todd, and we’re having this conversation. I want you…”
She stopped, obviously changing gears mentally.
“Dammit, bad choice of words. Let me rewind…”
“I want a partner in life, a lover, a friend, someone to laugh and cry with, to help, and be helped by. I thought you were that ‘one’. It ain’t Sadie Hawkins Day, but I was hoping to say ’Yes” to you if you proposed to me. Then I go and swallow you, told you all my secrets, and now wonder if that’s just destroyed our relationship.
“I’m not blocking the door, don’t want you to leave, but I won’t stop you.”

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