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“In his room, of course; he has an army cot…that’s all.”
Molly who heard all the interaction looked at Anton. Her
eyes wondered whether the fact that Dylan was spending an
occasional night at the school could be of certain interest and
she didn’t hesitate to mention it to Anton.
Anton had a bite of his cheesecake and gulped some coffee
to help it go down his throat. “Yes most interesting news, he
spends his nights there…” he said to Molly.
Time passed. Dylan’s ex-housemate left for the night.
Anton wasn’t in any rush to go anywhere. He was full of ideas,
thoughts about the Indian Residential School, his mind ran amok
for a long time until the last customer of the diner left and Molly
finished doing her books. She said goodnight to her cook who
was to shut the place when all the cleaning was done, and taking
Anton by the hand they walked to his pickup truck. Their lips
locked soon as they stepped up in it. Anton’s hands travelled over
her body and that was what he wanted to have tonight, indeed as
soon as it was possible.
He drove to her place. He parked in her spot. Eros was
the king of the following hours; Eros and lust, the center of their
bodies, the sweet, exciting, exhilarating lust which they enjoyed
to the max. Then sleep wasn’t too far off.
The day wasn’t fully lighted when Anton woke up next
to Molly’s naked body. Smells of exhausted sweat spread over
them as his mind ran to last night, and before he fell asleep. It
was truly a fantastic erotic night. Molly always gave him the
most satisfaction, the best side of her erotic oestrus; yet Anton’s
mind travelled to his day at the mausoleum. Suddenly he felt
freezing though there wasn’t any wind coming through Molly’s
closed window. He put on his pants; he walked a few steps to
the window. He looked outside. Clouds covered Kamloops
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