Chapter Nine
I’m almost in a ‘moved-in’ situation, spending more nights in Pierre’s apartment than in my own house. He says my house is unlike me, that I should think of getting some place else. I have to agree; it’s old, out of the thirties and so out-dated it’s not even funky chic anymore. I’m not sure it was ever stylish.
For the time being, since Pierre hasn’t really given me any specific orders, or real offers to move in, I’ll keep the place and use it as a pit stop now and then.
Spending nights with Pierre has its challenges as much as it has its heart-pounding orgasms, thrill ride ecstasy and soul tugging moments of intimacy. I treasure it all, having never had it before. I’m mindful that I felt this way about Danny, although I remind myself with some conviction that Danny was
