239Slowdance On The Inside » "She slowly pulls out of me, and there is a whimper at the loss. Of being completely full or of being absolutely wrapped up; neither of us ever knows. And every time, we pretend not to care which of us it was. That is, until we're apart and alone; separate. But in this moment, I revel in her breath and in her essence covering me. The rest will come; the rest starts now." plus Beth!