*Odette*
It's silly for me to sit on the edge of the windowsill in the parlor and gaze out on the street, waiting for Lupo's return. He said he would come to the residence after the meeting, but I have no idea how long it will take or when he'll arrive. He might even stay at the club to work or take care of his business there.
I'm not his mate, his lover, or his friend. I'm his housekeeper, his servant, his laundress, his boot polisher, his back scrubber. Although I've only had the pleasure of doing the last once. My hands are healed enough now, so I could wash his back again. Maybe I'll wash a little more: his hair, his arms, his chest. I'll probably stop there. The rest of him is far too intimate, but maybe...
I braved a park that, for some reason, terrified me. Why wouldn't I bravely
