GrishamWe soak for a long while. We must doze off, but I don’t really know. I just know it’s really f*****g nice to be able to breathe for a minute.
I feel more centered, somehow. Tanzie, she …
She said things no one would ever dare say to me. She challenged me. Told me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I should be livid but … I’m not. I’m not.
I feel a tightness in my chest as I think again about Giselle. About how I felt for her. About how every woman I f****d, I compared to her. No one was good enough. No one held a candle to her.
And tonight, while Tanzie came around my fingers, around my c**k, all I saw was her blonde hair, her sweet lips, her big, doe eyes. I only saw her. Only felt her. The ghost of Giselle was nowhere to be found.
As the water cools, I reach around and play li
