Chapter 622 Down Into Her Wetness:>110

I awoke alone, the slanting late-evening sun shining on my face, dazzling me as I slowly re-oriented myself, then sat up, wondering where Sai was. As I headed for the bathroom, I heard the TV, some American cop show, one of Sai's addictions, and spotted her stretched out on the couch in the shirt I was wearing earlier, eating cold quiche smeared with red onion marmalade, oh dear God, please make sure she brushes her teeth before she kisses me... After I'd washed my hands, I began inspecting the hamper Sai had packed, rooting around for something to satisfy the inner man, and found some pasties. I chucked them in the oven for supper, flopping down next to Sai as she scrunched up in the corner, and kissed the top of her head. There was no way I was going to kiss her properly, not while she was eating red onion marmalade, that stuff always smelled to me like a failed chemistry experiment, or something left in a petrie dish and forgotten under a damp sink.