“May I sit with you?”
He nodded, although he didn’t look particularly interested in having her there.
He wouldn’t say a word, which put all the burden of the conversation on her. However, it wasn’t really a conversation she longed for. She wanted to be back in Jeremy’s bed, her groin impaled on his c**k, just as it was before she was sucked in by her husband’s careful deceptions. She held out little hope of making that happen but she was too desperate now not to try.
She could think of no where to begin, but when the playwright, bored with her fidgeting went back to reading his paper, she suddenly smashed the newspaper to the table and grabbed for his hand.
“I was so wrong, Jeremy,” she spoke urgently. “He locked me in the attic for two weeks. I couldn’t get away. By the time he finall
