He said nothing, but busied himself with his clothing. He picked up the soiled handkerchief, meaning to put it away.
“Leave it with me,” she said, holding out her hand for it. He gave it to her. He went out without saying anything, but gave her a friendly smile, then locked the door behind him.
Eleanor lay down on the bed and put the handkerchief to her nose. It gave off an acrid smell, earthy. She wasn’t sure if she actually liked it as a smell, but she liked the idea of it, of having it there. She opened out the handkerchief and spread it over her face. Then she put her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit, forcing herself to go slowly. She was more wet than she could remember, and more aroused. She thought about how, when he had been stroking himself, she had wanted to touc
