Chapter Thirty
It was Tuesday and Mitz was secretly relieved: Game night and Kathrine would work late and spend the night at Comfort Cottage. Mitz would have the apartment to herself, could drink without guilt and would sit on the back steps and enjoy a cigarette without having to sneak off.
And she wouldn’t have to live up to her obligation to Kathrine. At least not tonight.
The promise of having s*x with Kathrine, words that slipped easily enough from her lips in the darkness of the bedroom, now hung heavy in her mind. Mitz respected Kathrine, maybe even loved her, but providing her with what amounted to abnormal, maybe even abhorrent s*x, was another matter entirely. Mitz wasn’t at all sure she could comply and, when the time came, could only hope that Kathrine would go slow and be
