” “It felt like making love.” “Do you want to make love with me?” “I think I do. But, I’m a little afraid.” “Why? “What if I start...love you?” “We’re already there, Elizabeth. You said it. There are things about you I love. The same goes for me. But, it isn’t the possessive, I-must-have-you-all-to-myself kind of love.” “That would be bad.” “It would be. It would be unrealistic. But, we could have a less complicated relationship.” “What would that be like?” “It would be the enjoyment of one. A few weeks had gone by, my period thankfully had come and went, relieving a huge amount of stress, hubby has a vasectomy so if i was pregnant the cat was out of the bag....I had made several more attempts to get "caught" in the laundry one day i spent about 4 hours in there waiting around with my pussy soaking my panties in hopes he would come in but he didn't. I started to worry that what we did was affecting him more negatively than it was me and that he was not up for a round 2. Of course. ." Those words echoed in his head, " I can't give it to you" " give it to you" " to you" "you", I was the problem, she hates me, after all the time and effort and all my bravery she hates me, how dare her she will pay for this, she has to pay for this " but Charlotte.." She interrupts " how do you know my name?" He simply walks away, knowing the error of his mistake. When he finally arrived home he couldn't stop thinking about it, what did I do wrong he thought to himself, surely she knew he. " Take Carmel for instance, she still works for Eddie even though shehas a prison 'husband', she does it because she likes the money, shelikes the gifts from Eddie, but mostly she likes the life." Then there is Mabel who did this for so long that she got too old towork the cells so she's Eddie's hostess, Madame, whatever; but willstill give a con great time if doesn't mind mutton instead of lamb ifyou know what I mean?" Charlotte winked and concentrated on applyinganother thick coat of.