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a remedy to their relationship ails; sex could say I’m sorry in ways words never could. Slowly, she gave him what he desired most. She kneeled before him, as he knew she would.
    After she finished, she stood up and kissed him again. With her hand, she guided him into the space that he loved the most. When he entered her, he was seized by such warmth and pleasure that he shuddered. At this point, he knew she had complete control of him and she worked her magic in such a way that he was ready to submit; he was ready to give in to all her desires to stay there. His weakness had always been good pussy, and she had the best.
    After they finished and dried each other off, they lay back down in bed together, her head resting on his massive chest.
    â€œBaby,” she said gently, “I think you should see someone about your headache. You’ve had it for days now.”
    He kissed the top of her head. “I don’t need a doctor. I’m just tired.”
    â€œNo one has a headache for four days. I’m worried.”
    â€œDon’t be worried. I’m fine. Really. I just need some sleep.” She exhaled. He could tell that she was worried. “Besides, it’s not like I have health insurance.”
    â€œI told you a friend of my dad will see you. I told him about it, and he said you should come see him.”
    â€œYou’ve been talking about me?”
    â€œBaby, I’m worried,” she said in a soothing tone, “I want you to be okay.”
    â€œWhy would your dad want to help me? He doesn’t even like me. After that fucked-up dinner party we had, I’m surprised he hasn’t hired someone to beat the hell out of me—a la Tony Soprano.”
    â€œJust because we’re Italian doesn’t mean we’re in the Mafia,” she said as she gave him a playful nudge in the side. “You know Daddy isn’t like that. And I didn’t say my dad. I said a friend of my dad.”
    â€œOh, so you’re going behind dear old Dad’s back for me, huh?”
    â€œI’ll do what I have to do to make sure you’re okay.”
    â€œI really am okay. Trust me. I never get sick.”
    â€œWhat do you mean you never get sick?”
    â€œI mean I don’t get sick. Besides this headache, I’ve never had a cold, a cough, the flu, or a stomach ache. I’ve never vomited or been dizzy or had chicken pox or any of the other shit people complain about. So, this headache will pass. It’s nothing.” The ease with which the words slipped from his mouth surprised Simon. Instantly, he thought of the families who had taken care of him only to return him when something about him rattledtheir spirit. He had violated one of his central tenets: never share too much information about himself with others. Folks would think he was odd. When he spoke about his medical history to Brooke, his words weren’t boastful; they simply told the truth of his perfect health. He hoped she wouldn’t freak out and leave.
    Brooke sat up and looked at him curiously. As soon as her eyes met his, he regretted his confession.
    â€œWhat?” he asked.
    â€œAre you serious?”
    â€œAbout what? Never being sick? Yeah, I’m serious.”
    â€œYou must be the luckiest or healthiest man in the world.”
    â€œI take care of myself. I eat right, don’t do drugs or smoke, and I exercise—you know how I do.” He tried to make light of the situation but he felt a nervousness rising inside, twisting his stomach.
    She lay back on his chest. “Well, if you’ve never been sick and you have a headache now, you should definitely see a doctor. It could be serious. Will you call him? For me? At least think about it?”
    He paused. “Okay, I’ll think about it. For you.”
    â€œYour twenty-first birthday is coming up in a few weeks and I want my baby to be healthy and happy. I have things planned for us.”
    â€œI’m