"Yes, sir" I smile. He grins.
"Tomorrow. Now go to bed." He takes my chin gently and brushes his thumb over my lips. "I"ll see you tomorrow, darling." He turns for his bag and goes. I follow him, bewildered. What?! Who the hell is this man? And he closes the door behind him.
I"m standing in the mirror across from the bed, my hair half dry but the taste in my mouth is bittersweet. Yes, sir, you"ll be shocked tomorrow. I collapse into the pillow. It"s cold. It cools my flaming face. Jesus, when was my last relationship? Years ago... I close my eyes and silence.
7:00
The phone rings, and I start to sit up. Brushing teeth, combing hair and wardrobe. I should get some of that sweet stuff. I"m sorting my shirts. Not as if there"s much choice. What"s the safety word for anyway? I finally unho
