Mr. Smoochy Part II - Private

I tell myself that Mr. Smoochy loves his wife, that we would be fundamentally mismatched despite our friendship, that it wouldn't last. I can honestly say that I am not in love with Mr. Smoochy.

I am in love with his touch.

His kisses, his hands, his knowing touch. These are the reasons women crave men.

I have never known a touch like his. I may never know another.

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The remainder of my friendship with Mr. Smoochy has turned into something more prosaic.