Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

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She is pretty sure screwing your therapist is frowned upon.

Much more than that, a major conflict of interest. She has no desire to be a mother. He knows her deepest insecurities. And the rational part of her mind agrees with this. But the secret, much more prevalent part is impelled by it, and as she witnesses him bathe from her hidden roost in the ninebark thicket she cannot help but imagine how it might feel to be beneath Fig.

It’s sick, she knows.

That’s why she stays undetected in her sweep of root, hoping she is not far enough along for him to smell her. And, simultaneously, hoping for the opposite.

The dichotomy of women.