Who's Robin Williams?
Forget about it.
He was sick of thinking.
But at least they were his thoughts.
For now, there was nothing to do, but stare at the ceiling and enjoy the warmth of the body of the beautiful woman next to him. He was enjoying it a little too much, he thought. He could feel the hardness between his legs. This time it wasn't such a problem. It was less urgent, more a pleasant inconvenience than a hunger that had to be satiated.
He smiled to himself in the darkness.
I can live with that.
He tried not to think anymore and kept his eyes on the ceiling.
And let the drug do its job.
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