Chapter 2
It was mid-afternoon the next day, we had been out of bed for about an hour, she had on her usual attire, jeans and bulky shirt, only this time I knew what she had on underneath. I was in the chair in the living room with a magazine but I wasn’t reading it, I was watching her, really, I was sort of seeing her for the first time.
She was at the stove when I said, “I want pictures of you ... like the ones you took of me.”
She looked over her shoulder at me and laughed, a little nervously, “Not a chance.”
I knew she’d object but I also knew she didn’t have much of a choice. “You took mine.”
“You told me to.”
“And I asked for them back, but you didn’t give them, did you? You kept a set — for the same reasons I want a set of you.” She didn’t say anything so I upped the ante. “Ho
