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As his friends reached out one by one towards family and domesticity, Jefferson regarded them with a mixture of contempt, condescension and triumph. He, for one, needed no such crutches. All his life, he'd publicly derided those who willingly enslaved themselves to a monogomous existence. He therefore took especial delight in flaunting his debauched lifestyle in front of his friends, parading his different lovers before them to show what they were missing and describing his latest sexual escapades in detail...in short, he was a living reproach to their weakness.
But a new relationship had started to develop over the last several months which threatened to undermine Jefferson's carefully worked out system. Unconsciously sensing this, he had struggled mightily to prove to himself that he was still the same old Jefferson--still unattached--by carrying on a frenzy of multiple affairs simultaneously, staying out all hours of the night in search of pleasures, and indulging in behavior deviant even by his licentious standards.
One morning, after a three day binge of particularly wanton, self-destructive sexual activity, he looked in the mirror and realized that it was no good. He could lie to himself no longer--he wasn't getting any pleasure out of the lifestyle any more. An idea crossed his mind that frightened and embarrassed him, though he could appreciate its irony: his heart was spoken for. As soon as these words had formed in his mind, Jefferson was overwhelmed by affection and tenderness. The last vestiges of resistance slipped away, and he heard himself say the words he'd never imagined saying. "I love you."
Jefferson was still looking at his reflection. He began to frig and lick it tenderly. Then he jacked off, hard. He never knew it could be so good.
Date Written: May 15, 2003
Author: Jon Matza
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