I don't want to press charges. It wasn't the hugeness that came from weight lifting. I concentrated on the feel of him, and as if he felt my thoughts, he began to relax against me. What would hurt most people feels good to me, at least during sex.
It wasn't just pain in his eyes, it was anguish. Why? he asked. I hadn't acquired Malcolm's ability to see through touch, I'd only borrowed it. His name was Graham, and his body had that width of shoulder and impressive swell of arm that only semiserious weight lifting can get you.
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