7 Chapter 7

If Tuckie closes hers eyes, will all of this solar orange vanish? Will she no longer have clarity? She wonders. Yes, she has to wonder.

Tuckie doesn’t look down; there’s no reason to.

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Becca:

Tuckie knows all Becca can think about is how Tuckie is inside her; sometimes emotionally, sometimes physically. Becca’s nipples brushed with her reddish lips. Her inner thighs grazed by Tuckie’s extended fingertips. The flatness of Becca’s stomach ever so gently kissed by somewhat swollen and smooth lips. Becca wants to push these thoughts away from the space between her temples. Becca wants to be empty, but honestly she doesn’t know how. Can a woman become too deep in a relationship with someone half her age? Who has she become? The unfaithful. The seductress. The whore within her marriage. Is this the life she has chosen away from Jay? She doesn’t think so. Honestly, she doesn’t.

A sign appears in her vision. It reads: Welcome To Grayville.

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Whiteness: