Days and nights of space for Gemma. And for her lover, Mike. Nights of finally woman-spreading herself on the queen-sized bed. Breathing fragrant air once again. No more of the horrible smell of used socks, sweaty undershirts, and all those foul medications and healing ointments prescribed by Angelo’s doctors for his recurring arthritis. Finally, she covers herself in the soft, comfortable blanket of freedom. Lost. Lost in such space called herself again. She only has to think of her small garden. Now, more than ready to be tilled again. The loam ready to be cultivated. Fresh water sprinkling on the dainty cheeks of her countenance. A shivering and shattering yet calming event. She only has to think of her first weekend – with Mike.
Mike.
Her hands left her open breasts for awhil
