Chapter Two
By this time in our marriage, I was under no obligation to tell Henry anything of what I was doing with other men, certainly not to secure his agreement. I gave Tom some thought during the week, and had one or two little fantasies about him with my hand down my knickers. Finally I called him up; after all, I had unfinished business with him. “Would you like to find out why I took a bite of your ass?” I said. There was silence for a moment. I imagined all sorts of things flitting through his mind. Was I a savage cannibal? Was I a crazy woman on a mission to attack men? Was I at the very least a kinky woman with unpredictable urges?
“Uh, yes,” he said.
“I’m quite nice when you get to know me.”
“I’m sure,” he said.
“And I know you want to f**k me again.”
“Yes, I do,” he said
