"My baby." A pool of darkness stretches up Paxton's legs, Alma is quickly drowned by it. But it is warm, slick, wet, hot even, darkness, with highlights of red deluded in the abyss of black. Beautiful.
Then it is gone. Paxton now stands alone, Alma is sitting in a chair before him. Naked as ever, but healthy not thinned to the bone, her energy is strong and she beckons him forward with a hand.
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Then it is gone. Paxton now stands alone, Alma is sitting in a chair before him. Naked as ever, but healthy not thinned to the bone, her energy is strong and she beckons him forward with a hand.