Chapter 14
Granted, there were a few things Ruth hadn’t anticipated about living with a girl in her twenties. Correction: a girl in her twenties with no job to speak of and some brand of untreated depression.
Thursday at lunchtime, Ruth arrived “home” with her heart set on a little afternoon delight. She couldn’t keep a lid on her l**t. All morning, she’d thought of nothing but Agnes’s full, luscious breasts and that wet little p***y.
God, her legs shook just thinking about it.
But when she arrived at her temporary home, Agnes was still asleep in the guest bed. Early in the week, they’d stopped trying to sleep together. Ruth went to bed too early for Agnes, and Agnes stayed up too late for Ruth. When the girl crept in beside her at three in the morning, it woke Ruth up and then she
