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Basically the usual setup here ... I get a Lyft up, she insists I do laundry, then she feeds me, then it's shower time. I'm wearing her clothes again because she pointed out that mine -- even having gone through the wash -- still smelled funky.

So I'll be doing the full cycle again tomorrow.

Not that we wear clothes to bed. Which this time led to the one kink activity that drew us together 16 years ago, but neither of us had done with others in years.

In the midst of this, as I'm twitching violently, she whispers into my ear "god, I fucking miss your body."

And here we get the separation of powers. In terms of interaction, we're a fucked-up mess; but when it comes to physical connection, I've not really heard a tale of what we intrinsically have.

We can literally touch each other without anyone realizing it. Hence her foot and my ankle. She's asleep, and she moved slightly at one point. It wasn't until getting out of bed that I realized I had to extricate her from my foot without waking her up.

We were lying down back-to-back (with fewer interruptions), And while I felt warmth from her body in my shoulder and hip to hip, it still, still doesn't feel like I'm touching someone else.

I'm still here for another night (possibly two) before heading back home so that I can stock up on food ahead of fleeing to a motel because of an ice storm.

Her sons do not like me. There are reasons for this, some more valid than others, that mean we can't reconcile. So we are trapped in this weird purgatory where our bodies just know each other, and our minds know why it can't work.

Meanwhile, when I come by, we just act like we never got divorced. I mean, I don't give her a deep kiss after knocking on the door, but practical matters are handled first, then some entertainment, and the intimacy doesn't come until bedtime.

Now, to provide a good example of the sanity of this relationship, three days before the "i miss your body" remark, she was canceling an offer to visit because she thought I was getting "too attached."

This is starting to feel like a movie.

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