Chapter 5
I had difficulty coming to terms with my morning with Gina. A normal man might have welcomed what I had experienced. But I was the paid help, and Gina had taken advantage of that. Perhaps in her own way she was just as sick as I was. She desired s****l adventures, and in an obscure role reversal, her daughter paid for them.
Thank goodness for Vera, the one beacon of normality in my private life. Since the drive into the country I had seen her a quite few times. I could not understand her interest in me. It remained a puzzle.
One day, while sitting at my small dining table, she explained. “I need to tell you something very personal.”
The minute she said that, I could see the pain in her eyes, and her voice wavered as she continued, lowering her eyes, avoiding looking at me.
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