Betty
And suddenly I was there again, I was at Love’s, standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom, and she was applying ointment to the marks on my back. The pain made me wince, but Love’s hands were surprisingly gentle. She didn’t say anything for a few minutes, then, as usual, she spoke.
“How did you meet Duke?” she asked, as if it had just crossed her mind and she was asking me on a date.
“Through a friend,” I replied. No. I did not want to discuss it with her.
“How long have you two been together?” Love asked, before moving on to another area.
“Ours… a few weeks,” I replied. “
Hmm,” Love paused, glanced at me in the mirror. “Did he tell you about what preferences? What does he really like?”
I looked away in embarrassment. “We’ve not talked about it,” I admitted. Love
