Chapter Three
My feet were sore from a five mile walk with Beth that morning. I soaked them in Epsom salts and put on some soft socks. It was a night to get cozy with myself. I planned to masturbate later, with the pressure of a week without Kurt catching up with me. I missed the s*x as much as I missed him.
Even so, I wasn’t ready for my self-pleasure right away, so I threw on a pair of old sweats, and plunked down in the middle of the kitchen floor with an old chair I’d been wanting to paint for several months. It was a bad sign. Getting around to this meant my love life was suffering and I needed these diversions to keep my mind off s*x and men, and especially off Kurt.
A whole week.
A lot more than a “few days” in my mind. I walked by his cottage daily seeing the CLOSED sign; it wo
