Chapter 19I lounged back into the pile of pillows. “How do I tell Pat that I hated making love to Patrick? Because I did. I didn’t like it at all. The only thing that kept it from getting crazy was thinking of her breasts hidden under the binder. I’d never really asked about Patrick. Maybe I should.
About ten minutes later, she came back into the bedroom carrying both takeout boxes. They were steaming. She placed them on a towel on the bed and cuddled in close to me.
We each grabbed a forkful of our entree.
“That was a wonderful restaurant,” I said.
“Yes. It’s my favorite. I can order by phone, pay by credit card and it’s ready when I get there.”
“That is good. You must have the menu memorized.”
“Not really. I have a copy in the kitchen.” She grinned at me, explaining her readiness.
