Then there is the question of the voice. It is D’s voice...if there is indeed a voice. But it is possible there is no voice. Which means it is not D. Except if I’m hallucinating. Then it would be a hallucination of D’s voice.
And if it is D’s voice, what is it saying? I resolve to remain breathlessly still next time I hear it, or think I hear it. That way I can hear what it is telling me, if indeed there is a voice.
My circular analysis is interrupted by an urge I had not considered. My bladder is full. With my swollen p***s, controlling any inadvertent flow is not a problem. But the fullness begins to occupy my thoughts. At some point I will need to empty myself, I realize. And I have to wait for D to return...or the unthinkable alternative...wet her sheets.
I find it interesting that
