She lay in bed, burying her head under the pillow, replaying the sensation of his fingers on her skin. Two weeks had passed and it would be fourteen more endless days before she saw him again.
An hour passed until she came back from the bathroom.
“Twiggy,” I said, “want a cookie?”
She wanted to be an architect.
She ended up as an Airforce wife.
I can’t be any clearer about my desire for you to be free!
Be free be free be FREE!
Um … yes, putting a dog down because you were bored of it is soulless.
My desire to sleep with her kept this thought quiet.
So I did it and you know what?
The world is still the same!
I hold the object of desire in my hand relishing the texture, the solidness and the wonders it contains. I curl into the comfortable couch, a warm cup of herbal mint tea in the other hand and open the first page.