Title: How Much Do You Love Me
Author: Phil Trimble

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The sun shines in through the gaps in the blinds, casting perpendicular radiant rows on the carpet. The two of them are laying in their bed, the sheets garbled and twisted around their bodies. A delicate breeze flows in through the open window and gently covers the scent of sex that blankets the room.
	“Do you ever talk about me?” he asks suddenly. He turns to face her and leans heavily on his elbow, a finger lazily tracing some pattern on her pale, naked stomach. She glances at him but says nothing.
	“I asked you a question. Do you not want to answer?” he asks softly, finally raising his eyes to her face and smiling.
	“No, that's not it, I don't mind answering, it's just that it's generally not a good idea to talk about it,” she replies.
	“Why not? You love me, don't you?”
	“You know I do.”
	“Then what's the problem? We should be able to talk about anything,” he says soothingly. She fiddles with her fingertips.
	“Yes, sometimes I do,” she finally says. He smiles again, flashing rows of lustrous white teeth.
	“What about?”
	“Sometimes Doctor Loews wants to know about all of the parts of my life. He says that I can't hide anything if I want to get better,” she says in a rush.
	He stops looking at her and flops down onto the mattress, shifting slightly to avoid the damp spot in the middle of the bed.
	“Do you love me?” he asks. She involuntarily snuggles up against him.
	“Of course I do! You know I do. What else can I do to prove it to you?” she says as she buries her face against the nape of his neck.
	“Nothing, sweetheart, nothing at all. I know that you do. I just like to hear it once in a while,” he says, stroking her hair gently.
	“I tell you all the time,” she whispers.
	“I just like to hear it,” he repeats. They lay in silence, listening to the siren song of a passing ice cream truck and the excited squeals of the children chasing it down the street. Off in the distance the wail of a siren pulses and throbs and eventually wanes.
	“Why do you love me?” he asks.
	“I....I don't know. Isn't that kind of a difficult question?”
	“I don't think it is. I know the reasons that I love you. Why do you love me?”
	She pushes harder into his neck and softly rubs the muscles on his chest.
	“I don't know,” she mumbles.
	“You tell me that you love me, but you don't know why. Doesn't that sound crazy to you?” he says into her damp hair. 
	“Can we please talk about something else?”
	He kisses the top of her head and sharply pulls away from her.
	“Where are you going?” she asks fearfully.
	“To take a piss. Is that alright with you?” 
	“Oh. Yes, of course, you don't need my permission.”
	“It sounds like I do. Why can you do whatever you want but I can't even go to the bathroom without getting your approval?”
	“No, baby, I didn't mean that, I just...I thought you were mad at me and were leaving. That's all.”
	“Don't try to hide it. You want to control me and now you are trying to hide it.”
	He rises quickly without waiting for a response and stalks to the bathroom, closing the door loudly behind him. After a moment she hears the sound of his piss hitting the water and angry mumbling. She looks down suddenly as the door flies open. He stomps over to the bed and flops down next to her.
	“How many men were you with before me?” he asks angrily. She pales and her knees begin to shake beneath the flimsy sheet.
	“Oh, baby, we shouldn't talk about this, we've been over it before, I love you more than anything, I don't want to even think about anyone else.”
	“So there have been a lot?”
	“We've already gone over this in the past.”
	“I want to go over it again. I don't want you to forget.”
	“I don't understand. Forget what?”
	He stares hard at her.
	“Tell me what you talk about with Doctor Loews.” 
	She twists the sheet in her hands and moves her mouth without speaking.
	“What's that? I can't hear anything you are saying.”
	“I...I don't want to talk about it. It's not healthy.”
	“Who are you to say it isn't healthy? You are the one going to a therapist. How does that make you fit to tell me what is or is not healthy?”
	“It's not me telling you that it isn't healthy. Doctor Loews says that it isn't healthy. You should talk about it with him the next time I have an appointment,” she says. Her eyes remain downcast as she waits for his response.
	“Fair enough,” he finally says.
	“Baby, can you go again? Let's go again,” she says suddenly. She sidles up next to him and grabs his limp cock, stroking it gently. It feels damp and sticky between her fingers. The sound of the ringing telephone in the other room startles her and causes her to flinch. He winces and taps her heavily on the head with his fingertip.
	“Stupid. Be careful down there, it's sensitive,” he chides. He roughly pushes her hand away and gets up to leave the room.
	She rolls on her side, facing away from the door and looking out the window. The street is not visible and there are no trees. Dark brown splotches of dead grass dot the pale green yard. She can hear indistinct mutterings from the other room. She kicks off the insubstantial sheet and allows the sweat on her body to dry in the sun. After a few minutes he returns.
	“Who was on the phone?” she asks without turning.
	“No one. It's not important, just someone from work. It's not important,” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed. “You have a fantastic ass. Have you lost weight?”
	She turns, smiling brightly and rising up to kiss him gingerly on the lips.
	“You're too nice to me,” she says huskily.
	“I don't give you enough, not nearly as much as you deserve.”
	“I like hearing you say that. It feels me feel all tingly,” she drawls, closing her eyes and laying her head back onto the pillow. Her smile fades a bit when he does not respond and she slowly opens her eyes. He is staring at her intently, his expression dark in the afternoon sun. She squirms a bit and nervously attempts to reignite her smile.
	“Is everything okay?” she asks in a small voice. He nods slowly and quickly reaches towards her, causing her to flinch and squeak shrilly. He laughs and finishes the motion, gently brushing his fingers against her cheek before flopping down onto his back.
	“You're cute when you do that” he says loudly, smiling broadly as his penis begins to stiffen. “Come here, show me how much you love me.”

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