As they lay in bed, both covered in sweat and recovering from the brutal s****l escapade they had just been on, Shirley couldn’t help wondering how many women had shared that same experience recently. Had there been some yesterday? Or the day before? Or was Chatham really working all the time that he said he was?
She wanted to believe him. It was hard for her to accept that he might have been lying to her, especially after he had just made love to her that way. It was beyond animalistic lust and passion. She could see the love in his eyes. There was a striking difference between s*x with someone you didn’t care about and s*x with someone you did. But was he really caring about her or was she just caring about him? Was that where the difference was going to lie?
“I’m going to hop in the s
