Chapter Three
When I woke the next morning she had already left for the office.
Not that her preparations to leave disturbed me in any way.
How could they, after all?
The spare bedroom in which I’d spent the night was another spare bedroom and a bathroom removed from such intimacy; with walls solid enough to prevent any but the most intrusive of sounds from interrupting one’s slumbers.
Assuming, of course, one was able to sleep at all.
Those first rays of light penetrating between the curtains –after my usual slapdash fashion I hadn’t pulled them completely- making her words of the previous evening seem more, rather than less, fantastical.
Disgusting, repellent, perverted and immoral, I’ll leave you to take as read.
Groaning at the movement, body stiff and painful –I’ll get to that
