Chapter Six
It’s been nearly a week since Lydia’s visit. Much has changed in spirit in our tiny village; all the result of my coming to my senses. Llewellyn ignores me mostly. He doesn’t want to paint me. I see his exasperated face and that makes me happy. Perhaps that will encourage him to release me to my real life.
“You’re denying yourself,” he tells me. It’s late in the afternoon, the time of day when I begin to feel the surges of s****l heat in preparation for the night. I try to avoid them, though it’s difficult when it’s been two days since I’ve had an orgasm.
“I’m being honest,” I say. “I should thank Lydia for reminding me of the person I truly am, instead of this prostituted version you’ve made of me.”
“That is how you think of it?” He looks at me astounded.
“It is.”
“Then
