#24808 - But to this day, I’m convinced that at the time of transgression I had been innocently absent, transported to a plateau removed from reality, jet-lagged into a foreign time-zone, zonked out to an automaton regime of behavior. I took the offered towel and bent down to wipe her feet, her legs, undersides of her parted thighs, the matted pubic hair. I believed throughout the years that he was my mother’s friend, without prefix “boy.
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