Marji
After the door shuts, I sit for a moment in the dark room alone.
There is no one to keep me here and no lock upon the door. It is my chance to leave Lace and Leather and never look back. The thought appears and just as quickly vanishes. I've made it this far and I don't want to turn back, not yet.
Call it curiosity...or maybe, work research.
That sounds reasonable.
I simply want to experience what I transcribe or at least see it.
Slowly, I convince myself to turn on the window and peer through the glass. After all, Dorothy said the couple wants to be seen. They want it. I recognize the fabrication I'm contriving to justify my presence. The truth is that I could call this research; however, as the tightening of my stomach continues to twist and the ache between my legs becomes
