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EMILY
I sat on the edge of our bed for a long time after Wyatt left, shifting frequently due to the smarting of my bottom. My ass. It only kept at the forefront the fact that I couldn't cook without the chance of setting the house ablaze. I doubted I was very good at cleaning and I did not want to do laundry. Yet I could f**k with complete abandon. Doing it outside where anyone could see was a perfect example of this. I was the most unusual of new brides and I feared Wyatt would find me lacking. It seemed, however, that Wyatt didn't seem to mind. Except for the fire danger. I was perversely relieved he seemed to like me just the way I was, but alternately, I was ashamed and guilt ridden that I couldn't be the perfect wife. No matter how much he might say to the contrary, a man wanted a
