“I can’t help wondering what do you do when you go out with Maureen and the others,” he said, as she came into the bedroom a little unsteady on her stilettos.
“Wouldn’t you like to know!” she taunted, continuing, “What... don’t you trust me or something?”
“Of course I do; I love you.”
“Well isn’t that enough?”
But it wasn’t enough. But it was all that was said except her “I love you too” said automatically, through an alcoholic haze, and his confirmatory “That’s good.”
But it wasn’t good enough. Further questioning was abandoned though as sleep rapidly overtook her.
Frenchie over 4 years ago
Yep! I knew this... the cloud is about to burst. I am very intrigued to see where this will go, Neville. Nice work.
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Thanks Frenchie.. I’m still working on where it's going!