Hell Of A Marriage
I’ve never felt more joy, more alive as I felt in the memory of that night and whether drugged I wanted to feel it again, feel him again, feel us again, skin against skin, with our mind working as though we are one and cannot get separated for any reason.
He’d have to be seeing Taylor to attempt that with you for real, and from what has been happening these past days, he’s seeing you. My mind tells me bluntly.
I sigh and get up and walk to the window when my door cracks open and Rebecca, my helper, enters. She is half Indian and half American. She just turned seventeen last month, and she’s a real nice girl.
She works as a maid to earn some money this year so she can further her studies and
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