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“YA KNOW, I don’t even feel like I need boobs?”
Kantrelle Yaba savored the scents of cooking dinners and damp foliage on the foggy autumn air. She had a sense that the sun was setting behind her, but the fog filtered the dying light through a cool haze.
“As long as he comes, I don’t need anybody else, Jetta, ya know? Well, maybe you!” Kantrelle laughed, tapping the ebony Labrador Retriever puppy in her lap on its pink nose. The bundle of fur shivered with delight and rolled over for a belly scratch. Kantrelle lightly scraped her short nails against Jetta’s stomach while she stared across Fourth Street. She knew there was a row of Victorian mansions there, but she could just make out the light from a few windows and a bright yellow, heart-shaped sign advertising a unit for sale. What she wouldn’t give for a place of her own. To be there with him. To spend days and nights together. To shed the uncertainties, shames, and guilt about her body to embrace the unfettered, full-fledged love and pleasure he made her feel. She knew she could do it alone, but she wanted him there. Every time.
To her right, at the far end of the park, she could barely make out “And must torture be immortal!” from an actor on the outdoor stage. The crowd had been relatively…
