Judy worked so hard and all that with two kids to bring up. When all this was over she would not forget her friend.
She picked up the wine but hesitated. A thought she dare not think, a thought somehow burrowed inside her flashed across her mind. Best leave the wine - you never know.
Then she sent a reckless text, “I love you my bull and my poet! I’m coming to find you. If you never want to see me again just ask the boys to kill me - I won’t be hiding.”
She stabbed the send button and folded herself up on her lonely bed. The message zipped away into space - but at least it had left her heart. The heavy male perfume of the robe aroused her but brought no desire for completion. It would merely amplify her loneliness. She longed for him inside her. She recalled how he had thrust into her j
