Joan watches him go, smiling fondly. She hopes he can manage on one crutch without too much trouble.
Once he's out of the room, Joan brushes her fingertips idly along her stomach. She's tempted to touch herself, to relieve the ache between her legs. But that seems counter to their purpose.
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Date: 2021-11-01 05:10 pm (UTC)Once he's out of the room, Joan brushes her fingertips idly along her stomach. She's tempted to touch herself, to relieve the ache between her legs. But that seems counter to their purpose.