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317He entered the bedroom carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine. He saw her pretty face on the pillows. The duvet covered the rest of her.%u201cAh, good. I was feeling quite cold lying here on my own.%u201d She said, softly. %u201cCome over, take off your clothes, and sit on the bed while we talk for a minute.%u201dHe went over and stripped, poured out wine for them both, and gave her a glass.%u201cHow do you feel seeing me where your wife should be?%u201d She asked him. He turned to look as she pulled down the duvet and said, %u201cI hope it doesn%u2019t upset you. I put on her nightdress. I see its very fragile. Before we have sex, I want you to rip it off me, tearing it to shreds. It%u2019s to start the process of putting a wall between your grief and the future already infolding.%u201d %u201cI think you are an enigmatic and beautiful woman, Jasmine. I feel fine you are in her nightdress, and I%u2019m honoured and graced by you being there in our bed.%u201d He said.%u201cAnd it does not concern you that my vagina, which you wish to shoot your seed into, has had thousands of men already do that before you? Many were as fat and as ugly as hippos, others were ridden with VD, some even tried to poop into it. And you think I smell of Jasmine which comes from my glands down there.%u201d%u201cNo. It%u2019s all in the past. I have learnt the past is dead. There is only now.%u201d He told her.%u201cGood. Come with me,%u201d she said and got out of the bed, taking his hand. She led him to the bathroom, where she laid down in the bath. %u201cStand up between my legs,%u201d she told him.He did. %u201cNow piss all over me. My body, my face, and say, %u201cYou are The Devil Drops By