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The sex was never pleasurable. It was always uncomfortable. Often it was painful. It wasn’t sex, really. It could be called fucking. But even that seemed generous. It was more uncomfortable than anything else. Except for when it was painful. Then it was more painful than anything else. And this time it had been painful.

“You were right,” said Kitty. “He was grabby.”

“Did it hurt?” asked the young Egyptian.