“Shush,” she heard her aunt reply.
“I am tired of being quiet, love,” he answered curtly. “I think it’s time you threw off your master and gave up this ridiculous game.”
“I can’t,” she pleaded with him.
“Oh, but you will in time,” he assured her.
“Please don’t make me suffer this way.”
“I’ll make you suffer more.”
She was crying and he fell down to her side on the bed, the two cuddling out of Rebecca’s view—all but their legs and feet. The mood changed again, Jessica doing all she could to heal the restless rift between them.
Their voyeur heard little of their last conversation—their voices trailing into kisses. Bored, she lay back down to contemplate her next move, then rising one last time, she watched the two dress, and with hushed voices say a tender goodbye. Jessica’s lover lef
