so far in the

distance；　that　for　a　moment　it’d　seem　like　the　story　wasn’t　about　them　at　all；

but　had　to　do　with　the　starry　night；　the　dark　trees；　the　exquisite　palace　where

they　met；　its　courtyard　and　its　wonderful　garden　whose　every　leaf　was　lovingly

and particularly rendered。 If； however； one paid very close attention to the

secret　symmetry　of　the　colors；　which　the　miniaturist　could　only　convey　with

total resignation to his art； and to the mysterious light infusing the entire

painting； the careful observer would immediately see that the secret behind

these illustrations is that they’re created by love itself。 It’s as if a light were

emanating　from　the　lovers；　from　the　very　depths　of　the　illustration。　And　when

Black　and　I　embraced；　well…being　flooded　the　world　in　the　very　same　manner。

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Thank　God　I’ve　seen　enough　of　life　to　know　that　such　well…being　never　lasts

for　long。　Black　sweetly　took　my　large　breasts　into　his　hands。　This　felt　good　and；

forgetting　all；　I　longed　for　him　to　suck　on　my　nipples。　But　he　couldn’t　quite

manage　it；　because　he　wasn’t　all　that　sure　of　what　he　was　doing；　though　his

uncertainty didn’t prevent him from wanting more。 Gradually； fear and

embarrassment came between us the longer we embraced。 But when he

grabbed my thighs to pull me close； pressing his large hardened manliness

against　my　stomach；　I　liked　it　at　first；　I　was　curious。　I　wasn’t　embarrassed。　I

told　myself　that　an　embrace　such　as　we’d　had　would　naturally　lead　to　another

such　as　this。　And　though　I　turned　my　head　away；　I　couldn’t　take　my　widening

eyes　off　i