*Josie*
I dine alone, blast him. He didn’t come to my room where I worked with my watercolors. Nor did he visit Noa. His absence there is odd, as he seems to adore the girl. Was he only pretending in order to get into my good graces?
I don’t think so. From the moment my daughter was born, he could not have been more tender or expressed a more sincere interest in her well-being.
Perhaps he is simply worn-out from his escapades. I know firsthand that he pours a great deal of effort and himself into the act of pleasure. As hard as I try, I have no success not envisioning his powerful muscles bunching and cording as he glides his body…
Damn him. Damn him for giving me a taste of what I cannot have. Damn my own weak body for wanting to be worshiped.
I spend most of the night writhing on th
