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Oh, God. My hand shook when I reached out and touched the gold ring with the small teardrop-shaped diamond that kept sparkling because his hand was shaking.
Crying with my arms wrapped around my legs. Unsure what thought of hundreds spiraling in my head like the water going down the drain had set me off.
It was uncomfortable and somewhat humiliating, but not painful. He always started with a quarter of an hour and increased it by five-minute intervals if I made noises-whining, heavy sighs, even giggling-or broke my position in any way.
Maybe you didn't know my name, but you sure as hell should have recognized my face. I didn't understand it.
It was interesting to watch his face, although he usually started with my back to him so I only got to see him half of the time. Now with him doing it all from the front, I saw how his eyes seemed to lose focus on me from the onset.