Chapter Five
Without Maggie, Kate went back to her fantasies, finding herself tripping over the same explicit scenes every day. Exhibition, S&M, the hands of female lovers. Doors began to open that would not close again, even if sometimes she wanted to slam them shut. Still, she couldn’t argue with the feelings of finally being alive, living as if her sexuality was oozing from her skin, being in a blissful, drunken, a dizzy state of sobriety where her s****l arousal was paramount, eclipsing everything that might deter her from s****l happiness. Such power in the creative/s****l juices had been stirred. There wasn’t just one book floating from her dreams to paper, but a hundred, swirling in her head, driven and fanciful volumes of s****l escapades ready for her hand to write them down, her
