Chapter Two
Journal: I can’t get it out of my mind. I hate Sam for planting the idea. How could I possibly write about s*x, even if it is fantasy? I didn’t become a writer to produce pornography. I wanted to dig deep into the human heart to discover its truths. Is it possible that there is profound truth in s****l fantasy, or am I kidding myself that I could produce anything but trashy jack-off exposes for horny men? I can’t imagine my thoughts being fodder for lecherous minds.
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Kate thought that it was the bravest thing she’d ever done, sitting in the creaky lawn chair with her tablet in hand and a dozen sharpened pencils on the table beside her. Little did she know that this was just the first of many daring acts that would follow on the heels of this brave one.
It was a b***h bei
