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n, the wanting, but wanted nothing so much as to see her
again, hear Sasa's voice, feel Sasa's on and around him. Anticipation be
damned -- he wanted his Lady, wanted to be near her, see Sasa's eyes on
him, feel Sasa's hands, Sasa's mouth, Sasa's body . . . and please Sasa's with
his own.
He jumped out of the shower, dried himself, and pulled on a crisp
white shirt, blue trousers, and his uniform boots. The chrono
blinked at him. 18:56.
He turned. His hand went to the collar, picked it up once more. He
looked down at it in his fingers, and as he considered Sasa's parting
comment about how it might fit her, he was unaware that his eyes had
begun to glitter with something that was not surrender. Standing at
the mirror, he slowly raised it up and held it against his neck,
wrapping it around his skin, still moist from the heat of the shower.
He did not fasten it there. His eyes closed, and he felt the subtle
throbbing, the insistence at his thighs.
18:57.
His reflection gazed back at him, holding the collar again as a
talisman against his chest. He
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