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The Student Chapter 28 - EpilogueThe light was out in the bathroom again. I groaned and crossed my legs over one another frantically. I really had to pee. I left the bathroom, and struggled to the kitchen in the darkened house. My thigh hit the corner of a counter and I muffled an explicit word. I pushed it down though. As a mother, I wasn't allowed to say bad words anymore. I dug a spare bulb out of the drawer and quickly put some light in the bathroom, before relieving myself. 13 hour flights are so not my thing, especially when you have a one year-old and a three year-old to watch after. That's why I didn't pee in the airplane, or the airport. What is the fun of that? That's why I waited until we arrived in our modest three-bedroom house on the outskirts of London to pee. Hey, what can I say? I'm a creature of habit. Orlando knocked on the door. "Hey Laura. Are ya naked?" I giggle at my husband's silly behavior. He knocks again. "I'm not joking. Are you?" I ripped open the door to reveal a grinning face that has changed with age, but not from aging. He looked older then, than he did four years earlier, when I had first seen him with tears running down his face. He has matured and has hair. Those two things make dealing with him for the last three and a half years of our marriage all the more bearable. "Orlando." "Yes Laura?" "We just got home from a thirteen hour flight from New York. It's two in the morning. My body feels like shit. My hair won't stay put. All I can think about it my bed. And you ask me if I'm naked? What good could nudity possibly do?" "Do you really want to know?" I nodded and he leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Do you really REALLY wanna know?" He smiled wolfishly and I nodded again. His lips swooped down to catch my own as he pulled me towards the couch in the living room. |
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