Missed Connections (part two- the end) [Strangers] [MF] [Reconnecting] [Oral] [Vaginal]

I saw the photo he’d taken of us at the end of our train ride advertised in an exhibit a few times over the last couple of years.

Somewhere down the line, while I was on a date, I went to one of the exhibits. I didn’t know if he was at the show or not, but I heard the whispers of the people viewing our photo remarking on the sexual tension between the subjects. His hand rested on his inner thigh, and I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was biting my lip as I looked out the window, my finger twirled a bit of my long brown hair. My face was mostly hidden by the way he took the photo, my bitten lip only visible in the reflection of the glass. He made me an alluring mystery to his fans. Of course, nobody knew that barely an hour before that photo was taken he was fucking my ass as they commented on ‘her’ innocence and naive body language.

I couldn’t help but smile when I looked at the photo, and I bit my lip as I looked at the information card. “Missed Connections: New Orleans. Models- “Lynn” and Evan Williams. Photographer- Evan Williams.”

My date had wandered off somewhere after I got distracted by seeing the photo. I was mesmerized by the composition and blushing at the memory as someone walked up behind me, just close enough for me to realize someone was there. I bit my lip as he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “This was the only one I was willing to share.”

I smiled and turned towards him. He looked just the same, “Can I kiss you?” I asked.

“Still with the boldness?” he asked more than said.

I pressed my lips to his and he hungrily welcomed them. Some of his guests noticed and did a double take from me to the girl in the photo as he held me there, looking over my face, “What’s your name?” he asked me longingly.

“Valen,” I said.

“Why tell me it was Lynn?” he asked.

“I never told you it was Lynn. I just didn’t correct you when you misheard me,” I said.

He kissed me again and I found my date as he came up to us and pushed Evan away from me then punched him. I knelt down to help Evan and my date got escorted out by security. Evan had a nasty bruise forming on his cheek and the person running the exhibit was not amused when she saw me holding a towel with ice from the caterers to his cheek and laughing with him even as I looked upset that he’d gotten hurt.

She approached us and cleared her throat.

Evan looked over to her and smiled, “Meet Lynn,” he said.

I looked at her and it was striking how similar they looked, the same dark wavy hair, though hers was shorter than his in a beautiful pixie cut. Where he was dressed barely above casual she was in a sharply tailored suit. She looked me up and down and scoffed, “The train fling?” she asked him.

He was staring at me and smiling as I doted on his cheek. He took the ice from me and turned to the woman, “Not a fling. A fling is what I had after her to try and ease the heartache when I realized I didn’t know her real name.”

“It was one night,” she scoffed.

“You haven’t seen the best photos from that night, little sister,” he said.

I blushed and he turned his attention back to me, “Valen, this is my 5 minutes younger twin sister Odette,” he said, “she gets me into galleries and I’m supposed to not get punched by any cross lovers that come my way.”

I stammered, “We…were just on a second date. Not lovers, just cross that I kissed you when I hadn’t so much as held his hand yet,” I said.

“It’s been what? Four years since that train ride?” he asked.

I nodded.

“You didn’t take the job at the private school?” he asked.

I tilted my head slightly, “And how do you know that?” I asked.

“There aren’t that many private schools an hour’s drive north of New Orleans,” he said.

His sister looked at me and smirked, “He volunteered to photograph staff members for their marketing materials. Volunteered. While I’m busting my ass trying to prove to people his work has extensive value. Five schools.”

“My dad got sick, I ended up going back to Boston to teach public school so I could help my mom out,” I said.

“There we have it, the truth finally comes out on why you were so insistent on getting galleries in Boston!” Odette snapped at him.

He shrugged, “I had to try, and look, it worked.”

Odette was trying to remain a hard ass but the slightest peek of a smile lingered on her lips, “Just in time for you to get punched before a press meeting,” she said.

He grabbed my hand and tugged on me, “And now I can finally tell them a story they’ll want to hear,” he said.

We found our way to a back room. He caressed my face and just looked me over, “You still look exactly the same,” he said softly.

“So do you,” I said, “other than the bruise.”

His lips were soft on mine as he kissed me again, “Can I tell them about you?” he asked as he pulled his lips from mine.

“What is there to tell? I’m just a random conquest on a long train ride,” I said.

His forehead crinkled and his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me, “Do you know how often people ask me ‘What happened to the girl on the train?’ Or how much they want to hear I really did know her name and I was just playing it up for mystery?”

“You have dozens of photographs here that have that same feel to it, so why is that the one you’re asked about?” I asked.

“Because it’s the only one where I can’t answer where the other person is. The others are all models from after I met you, I can say they were just created for a series that started with a girl that wasn’t a model, a girl who’s name I didn’t even know,” he said.

He took my hand and tugged on me, “Watch the interview from over here, where they can’t see you, where I don’t have to disclose your actual identity,” he said.

I followed him. There was a window that looked down into a room in the main gallery and from here I could see the camera set up and Odette talking to someone. He stroked my cheek and kissed me again then pulled away, “Just in case you disappear on me again, can I have your phone number?” he asked as he held up his phone.

I programed my number into it and he quickly changed the name to ‘Lynn’ and I gave him a curious glance.

A smile lingered on his lips and he cocked his head to the side slightly, “Random girls program their numbers into my phone all the time thanks to my sister marketing my appearance more than my art, Lynn is memorable to me, Valen could be overlooked and I’m not willing to let you just vanish on me again.”

He went out to do the interview and I watched him discuss the portrait that had apparently garnered a lot of attention for him. I watched him talk about the photo, what it meant to him, how it came to be. He glanced towards me a few times as he blushed with a few questions regarding if the sexual tension prevalent in the photo was realized when the photo was taken. “Definitely,” he said.

The reporter smirked and leaned to her right slightly, “Did it seem like she realized it as well?” she asked.

He chuckled and looked to the floor, “Without a doubt,” he said.

“What was it about this girl that caught your attention?” the reporter asked.

“She didn’t know me. She didn’t know anything about me but still agreed to spend the next 30 hours in a cramped room on a train with me. I asked her if I could set up this camera between us to take shots of the countryside as we traveled, there was already very little space in there, and she didn’t even try to argue for her space,” he said as he smiled and thought about those first few hours together.

The reporter tilted her head slightly, “So you have more photos of this mystery girl?” she asked.

He nodded, “The photo everyone’s seen of her, that was the last photo I took on that trip. The first was just shortly after getting settled in the cabin. She was looking out the window and the room was hot, so hot and stuffy from the air not being on right away, she looked towards me and I just reacted and made a ridiculous face at her. She laughed and I took the photo. I’ve never seen someone more beautiful than in that moment,” he said as he shifted in his seat.

“Why show this one if you wanted to find her again? It sounds like you had others to choose from that may have shown her face more clearly, may have helped you find her sooner, why not show those photos?” she asked.

“Because *I* wanted to find her. I didn’t want other people to find her for me. I wanted to find her. The photo I shared gave me the best shot at being able to find her while also keeping her out of the public eye if she didn’t want to be in the public eye,” he said.

“Are your fans ever going to get to see these other photos of her?” the reporter asked.

He shook his head slightly and glanced towards where I was, “No amount of money would be worth forcing her to give up her privacy like that, so no.”

The reporter pressed him on that, “Do you love this girl?” she asked him.

He looked to the ground and scrunched up his nose and eyebrows, “I don’t know her well enough to make that determination yet. I didn’t even know her real name until tonight. At the time I took the photo, it was infatuation and lust. But, infatuation and lust are supposed to be short lived and I just kept coming back to her and wondering where she was, who she was, but mostly if she was safe and happy.”

He glanced back up towards me, “She’s here, watching me do this interview. She seems happy. She seems safe. She came to the gallery on a date tonight, actually,” he gestured to his cheek, “hence the decorative bruise I’m sporting. My apologies for messing up her date, but connections like that are rare and I have no regrets about interacting with her tonight. I could have stayed back and just watched her, saw that she was here with someone and went on knowing she was okay, but I couldn’t do that once I saw her,” he said.

“What does this mean for your brand? You’ve been sold to the world as the handsome eligible bachelor. People have been vying for you to do reality tv to find a partner, you’ve been linked to various models and actresses for short periods of time, always leaving them brokenhearted, what will it mean for you to settle down with someone?” she asked.

He laughed, “I’d have to say, first, you’re jumping the gun a little, I haven’t even asked her out yet. Second, I’m a person, not a brand. People grow and change, I’d hope anyone who considered themselves a fan of my work would be thrilled with me being happy in whatever way that came about. Third, I’ve not dated anyone in well over five years, so any broken hearts were not my doing.”

He finished the interview and came back to me in the room he left me in. He immediately kissed me and pushed me against the wall. I was laughing and kissing him back at the same time, continuously trying to get him to give me a second with, “Wait…” and, “Evan…” while also not wanting him to stop kissing me.

I finally slid my hand over his mouth and blocked him, “You need to listen to me for just a second okay?” I said.

He nodded and I sighed.

“I’m a teacher. I’m 27. I have a daughter. I live with my parents. I don’t lead an extravagant celebrity life in any way. I came here tonight because I was curious about how you were doing. I didn’t reach out before now because I looked you up when I got home and realized you were already kind of a big deal on the art circuit. I got intimidated by it,” I said.

I looked to the ground and shrugged my shoulders slightly, “This isn’t the first show of yours I’ve seen our picture advertised for, but it was the first one where I actually made it through the doors without panicking and leaving within a few minutes.”

He mumbled behind my hand and I pulled it away from his mouth and looked at him, “What made you panic?” he asked.

“The amount of exposure on you? The fanfare. Feeling like I was this random nobody that crossed your path for a day and had no right to intrude on your life. Being afraid of…” my voice trailed off and I narrowed my eyes as I thought, “why’d you ask about why I panicked? Most guys focus on the ‘I have a daughter’ part of who I am,” I said.

“I focused on that part because you being uncomfortable around me bothers me, whatever the reason is. You having a daughter is just another aspect of you. I wish you had mentioned her on the train, but I get how that could just not come up,” he said as he reached out and stroked my cheek.

I leaned towards his hand and he smiled, “What’s your daughter’s name? How old is she? Is her dad still around?” he asked.

I closed my eyes, “Her name is Nora, and he doesn’t even know she exists, but she knows of him,” I said.

He leaned in and kissed me softly again, “She must be an amazing kid to have you as a mom,” he said. “You didn’t say how old she was, what like six? Seven?” he asked.

I shook my head, “She’s almost four.”

He smiled at me and kissed my cheek, “So you didn’t just omit you have a kid, you had her after…” his smile faded slightly, “right after. Am I reading into this or…”

“You’re not reading into it. It’s why I didn’t take the teaching job in New Orleans. It would have made it easier to reach out to you and I didn’t want you to think that I planned it or tried to trap you, or get anything out of you or anything because it wasn’t like that, it was just…an accident,” I said.

“Do you have a picture of her?” he asked.

I nodded and pulled out my phone, “She’s very artistic and creative, but she’s also very quiet. She listens and observes then does,” I showed him a picture of her from her last birthday. She actually looked a lot like Odette now that I’d seen her.

He was biting his fingernail and staring at the photo, “Why now?” he asked as he looked up at me, “Why reach out now?”

“I felt guilty. She knows about you. I’ve shown her pictures of you and told her your name and that you’re an artist and very kind. After her last birthday party she sat on my lap and was playing with my hair like she does to fall asleep and she looked at me and she asked me if you didn’t love her. I tried to explain that you didn’t know about her. That I hadn’t told you about her, but she’s three and a half and she didn’t really understand, she just knew you’ve never come around to see her. I should have told you sooner, and I’m sorry. If you want to walk away, I completely understand. I’m not asking for anything, I-I just wanted you to know about her and…”

He kissed me again and I could feel the tears from his cheeks against mine. His hand rubbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him.

I was caught off guard.

I expected anger. Fear. Frustration. Instead he was lifting my dress up around my waist and lifting my leg so he could push himself into me.

I gasped when he did and he lifted me a little higher, pinning me to the wall as he looked at me. He had one hand on the back of my upper thigh and the other on my neck. My hands were on his shoulders and I moaned softly as he lowered his lips to my neck. His actions were filled with a needy lust and I welcomed him to me, but I made him look me in the eye as he roughly thrust into me.

“Evan?” I asked.

He kissed my lower lip, biting it gently before he responded, “Yes?”

“Can you forgive me?” I asked through tears, though I wasn’t sure if they were mournful tears, thinking this would be the last time I saw him, or if they were painful tears as the way he was fucking me hurt a little.

He laughed and pulled free of me, letting me slide back down to my own feet for support. My lip was quivering and I was quickly trying to fix my dress but he put his hands on my wrists and stopped me, “Don’t, please?” he said. His hands trailed over my body and his lips closed gently along my neck.

His voice was soft as he spoke to me, “I didn’t mean to move so quickly. Did I hurt you?” He asked.

I shook my head and he smiled, “Valen…do you think you could love me?”

I nodded and he kissed me gently as he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled it down and off of me, kissing his way down my body until he knelt in front of me. He looked up at me, “May I?”

I nodded again and he guided my leg up over his shoulder as he pressed his lips to my cunt.

I was afraid to speak, afraid he’d stop and yell at me for keeping something so huge from him. Instead he just savored me and watched my body react to him just like it had that night on the train. I stopped him before I enjoyed and slid down in front of him. I looked him in the eye, “I need to know if you can forgive me?” I asked.

He kissed me as he nodded and guided me down to the floor, “I get it,” he said as he pushed my legs apart and leaned back down to me, between his fingers and tongue he brought me over the edge of the first orgasm I’d had since the train. I cried and he held me as he pushed into me again. It didn’t hurt this time, it just felt amazing as he helped me lift my hips to him and he fucked me.

He absolutely savored the way I felt and didn’t let up until he’d cum twice. By then we were both sweaty and panting and he was clinging to me tightly as he laughed. I turned onto my side and he pulled me up onto his arm, wrapping it behind my back and resting his hand on my hip.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

He turned his head towards me, “I never wanted kids,” he said. I furrowed my brow and looked away from him and he lifted my face back to him as he kissed me then continued, “But, having them with you seems so much more appealing.”

“I’m on birth control now…” I said.

“That’s okay. I’d like to get to know Nora and her mom a little. Like, how long do you have a babysitter tonight? When can I meet her? How do I get you to fall in love with me? You know, the basics,” he said.

I smiled and kissed him as I started getting dressed, “My babysitters usually pass out by midnight, which is when Nora will sneak down to the kitchen and steal a banana and cheese to munch on. Don’t ask, I don’t know why, but the child likes bananas and cheese together. You can meet her then if you’d like? As far as the other thing…just don’t display us? Keep us hidden and secret and just for you?” I said.

He nodded but looked a little concerned and grabbed my hand as I started zipping my dress back up, “I want to take another photo of you? Just like the other one, with Nora between us? Neither of your faces shown of course, just…just to bring some closure to the search?” he asked.

I nodded, “I can be okay with that,” I said.

He leaned over and kissed me again and helped me zip my dress the rest of the way up. He had me wait in the room then went and found Odette to tell her he was bringing me home. When we got to my parents’ house it was just past midnight and my dark wavy haired minion was happily munching a banana and cheese on the kitchen floor with the fridge open while my dad snored on the couch, just as I’d predicted.

I woke my dad up and sent him to bed. He was too groggy to notice Evan standing back by the front door. He kissed my cheek and said goodnight then headed to the bedroom with my mom. Evan’s hands were trembling as I led him into the kitchen. Nora looked up at me and tried to hide the banana and cheese behind her back.

“Hi mommy,” she said with a mix of orange and light yellow mush in her mouth.

I smiled at her, “Chew then talk, we’ve been over this Nori,” I said as I knelt down with her.

She climbed up on my lap and smeared banana on my cheek as she gave me a kiss. I cringed and tried not to, chewed banana is such a gross texture though. I looked up to Evan. He looked terrified and I reached out and took his hand and tugged him to sit with us. “Nori, do you remember what you asked for on your birthday?” I asked her.

She nodded, “Poppa said a pony wouldn’t be happy here,” she whined.

I laughed, “No baby, the other thing.”

She looked back to Evan and back to me and lay the banana and cheese on my chest as she leaned up to my ear and whispered, “Is that daddy?”

I nodded, “Yes, I told him about you tonight and he couldn’t even wait until morning to come see you,” I said as I looked to Evan.

He was smiling but he also had his hand over his mouth, tears falling down his cheeks as he looked at me then her. He sat on the ground right next to me and she climbed over to his lap and hugged him as I put the banana and cheese on the counter and closed the fridge, “Hi daddy,” she said quietly.

He hugged her like he wanted to squeeze her tightly but was terrified of breaking her as he looked at me, “Hi Nora,” he said softly. “That’s such a pretty name, do you like it?” he asked her.

She nodded and rubbed her eyes as she lay her head against his shoulder and twirled her finger in his hair.

“Nora, why don’t we go upstairs and brush your teeth and let daddy put you to bed tonight?” I asked her.

She nodded.

I stood up and helped Evan to his feet and held his hand as I directed him towards the bathroom with her. I watched him nervously and meticulously help her brush her teeth then get her a cup of water. She was half asleep as we carried her from the bathroom to her bedroom, where I pulled the blankets back and he lay her down and pulled them back up over her.

He knelt down beside the bed and she smiled as she looked at him. He kissed her forehead and whispered goodnight and I went over and did the same. When we came out of her room my dad was standing there, a stern and cross look on his face as he stared Evan down.

“Are you going to disappear on my baby?” he asked bluntly.

“Daddy!” I yelled louder than I should have as Nora’s door wasn’t quite closed all the way.

My dad looked to me, “Not you, her,” he said as he pointed to Nora. “I get that you two were just an impulsive moment, but that baby has wanted to meet her daddy since she could talk and she deserves a dad that’s going to be there for her. So, can you be there for her, whether you and Val work out or not?” he asked sternly.

Evan nodded, “Yes, yes, sir. I…I look just so you know, it wasn’t just an impulsive moment for me, I really like Valen, I just misheard her name and that made finding her difficult,” he said through a bright blush on his cheeks.

I pointed back to the bedroom, “Go to bed before you wake Nora and mom up,” I snapped.

He looked Evan up and down, “I own guns and…”

I grabbed his arm and pushed him towards his and my mom’s room, “GO!” I tried to yell in my harshest whisper.

My dad stopped at the bedroom door and looked back to Evan, “And if you hurt my daughter or granddaughter I will use them!” he said as he hurried into the door before I could yell at him again.

My cheeks were flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as I grabbed Evan’s hand and pulled him up the nearby stairs to my bedroom. Evan followed me to the bathroom as I got undressed and got into the shower. He stood there awkwardly until I started undressing him to join me.

“Are you afraid of my dad?” I asked.

“Little bit. Does he really have guns?” he asked.

I nodded, “But they aren’t here. I won’t let him keep them here with Nora. They are in a safe at my uncle’s house,” I said as I pulled him into the water with me.

He smiled as he watched the water slide over my body, “Do you bring guys back here often?” he asked me.

I shook my head, “I’ve never dated anyone long enough to sleep with them, let alone bring them home to meet my daughter and parents.”

“Your dad seemed awfully prepared with that speech,” he said.

“Because he knew where I was going. I was either going to come home alone after backing out or you not wanting to meet her, or I was bringing you here to meet your daughter,” I said.

I tilted my head slightly and looked at him, “Are you still glad you saw me tonight?” I asked.

He nodded and smiled, “If I weren’t reminded of our attempt at shower sex on the train, I’d have already picked you up,” he said.

I arched my eyebrow, “This bathroom doesn’t move. Our problem on the train was the movement,” I offered as I leaned forward and stroked his dick.

He kissed me as he hardened in my hand. He picked me up in a swift movement and pushed my back against the corner of the shower, pushing himself into me as I leaned my head back and gasped. His lips were on my neck, his hand rubbed my ass and shifted me so he could push deeper into me. My ankles locked behind his waist and his hands slid up my sides grasping me and pulling me against him.

He groaned and kissed me again, “God, I’ve missed you,” he said as I rocked my hips against his, my hand slid between us and I rubbed myself as he pushed deep inside of me

I smiled and pulled myself off of him, ignoring his protesting as I got my footing on the shower floor and knelt down in front of him, taking his dick between my lips and curving my tongue to lie flat along the underside of his cock, sucking on him as his fingers curled in my hair and tried to resist pulling my lips down harder on his cock. I looked up at him and it set him off. He came on the back of my tongue, my lips still moved over him as the last bits dripped onto my tongue. I drank him up and he was no less hard. I pulled my lips from him and he bent down and kissed me deeply.

“Turn around,” he said.

I turned away from him and he quickly maneuvered me onto my hands and knees, where he positioned himself behind me. His dick slid into me with ease and I whined as he moved one hand to grasp my wrist tightly and the other grasped and squeezed my breasts. His kisses trailed over my shoulder and neck. He let go of my wrist and slid that hand along my side and hip until his finger was slicking back and forth across my clit.

He groaned and pumped himself harder against me, I put my hands out in front of me, bracing as he impacted me harder and harder, making it more difficult to stay upright. The hand he had been fondling my breasts with moved down to my hip, squeezing and groping me, pulling me back against him, “Fuck me back, Valen,” he urged.

I pushed my hips towards him, arching my back and turning my head to look at him. He had his eyes closed, and his mouth was slightly open as he moaned. I matched him thrust for thrust and he smiled at me as he opened his eyes and saw me watching him. He twisted my upper body so he could watch my breasts bounce as he fucked me and pulled me up to him, kissing me deeply as I felt the familiar warmth and pressure flood me.

His fingers resumed rubbing me as his dick twitched and began to soften, but the fullness inside of me remained until he was satisfied that I had reached my own orgasm. When he pulled free of me, a rush of his cum poured from me and I felt his tongue lapping at me. I didn’t have the energy to stop him so he cleaned my cunt with his tongue and fingers, not trying to get me off again, but managing to anyways. He washed both of us as I was incapable of standing up, then he wrapped me in a towel and carried me to my bed.

I was falling asleep in his arms, much like Nora had when he carried her. He started to lay me in bed and I squirmed, “Have to wear pajamas,” I said. He looked a little disappointed and I smiled, “Nora wakes up and comes in sometimes.”

He reluctantly got me pajamas and retrieved his clothes to put on, but I stopped him, “I got some for you too, just in case?” I said. “They’re in the top drawer on the right, some other stuff for you there too.”

He opened the drawer to find an album of pictures of Nora over the past few years, a set of pajamas and various personal care items that I’d remembered him having on the train with him. He smiled, put on the pajamas and climbed into bed with me, where he pulled me tightly to him and stayed cuddled up to me all night. Nora intruded in the early morning, climbing up on my side of the bed and curling herself into my arms. She moved around a little bit but settled and fell back to sleep.

When Evan woke up he kissed my neck and cheek then noticed Nora curled up in my arms as I looked back at him. He sighed a little and snuggled back down with me, his lips next to my ear so he could whisper without waking her up, “I think I do love you,” he said.

I smiled and looked at him, “You barely know me,” I responded.

“I know enough to know this feels good, and right,” he said as he kissed my cheek then stretched his arm out to pull Nora in tightly to a hug with me.

He did more interviews and people noticed how excited he’d become. Odette met Nora a few weeks after Evan. She was cold for about as long as it took for Nora to call her Aunt Det. Evan and I took Nora on the train with us back to New Orleans to visit his grandparents, they loved her and they loved me. On the ride back home to Boston, Evan got the shot he wanted. It was largely the same picture composition as the one with me and him, but in this one a little four-year-old stood at the window, looking out in amazement, though the photograph didn’t capture the awe she was expressing to us beyond her standing on her tiptoes, and Evan and I were holding hands just behind her head, wedding bands visible.

It didn’t take long for people to put together that the little one was ours and the previous photo captured much more than just heavy sexual tension lingering around us. He moved his grandparents and Odette up to Boston to be nearer to us. His parents still lived where he grew up in Ohio, but they weren’t really in contact much. He did send them a copy of the photo of us together, but they never responded to it. Their loss, I suppose.

I’m still a high school math teacher. He’s still a highly acclaimed photographer. Every year we take that train trip. Last year I was pregnant, this year I was nursing. Next year Nathan will be able to stand next to his big sister while she looks out the window and tells him about all of the cities we travel through. We aren’t on display, people have largely respected his request to keep his family private, but we’re also not unknown anymore. He came to visit me at school one day and a student recognized him, word spread that Mrs. Williams’ husband is a famous photographer and it didn’t take them long to put together that I was the girl from the train photos.

It hasn’t gotten out of hand though, they mostly just think it’s cool. There was a parent that tried to claim it was pornographic and I should be fired for participating in it. Again, we were fully clothed in the photo, my face wasn’t even clearly visible, and my foot was touching his, that was the extent of our physical contact in the photo until the one with Nora where we were holding hands as a married couple, how scandalous. He has many pornographic photos of me, but that was not one of them, not by a long shot.

He still makes me feel like I’m the only woman he sees when I’m in the room with him. It’s an amazing life and I can’t believe it all came about because of a random ticketing fuck-up. Some destinies are just meant to be, I suppose.

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