Electric bolts streaked across a cloudy sky. Deborah tried to trace their trajectories, which were aimless and wild on an indigo backdrop. Then, the f...rst of many bolts found its target in Deborah, sending tingles of delight to all the right places.Eventually, Deborah gave up trying to follow the bolts and just let her eyes unfocus to capture the whole picture. Surrendering also let Deborah relax and wriggle in the pleasure of the lightning strikes. Then, there was a pop, or several pops in. He’s the kind that would bang you hard, cum quickly, and walk away leaving you frustrated. He has no idea how to treat a woman.”“And, you would know that…how?”I raised my eyebrows for emphasis. “I’m a guy…been there, done that…too many times. You’d need to find someone who’d appreciate you and place your needs first, probably someone older and more experienced.”“What you really mean is like you.”“Sure…and why not? I was married for more than thirty years before my wife passed last year. . Jonathan and I, despite his being engaged to my dearest friend, knew one another in the conjugal sense by then, after all. ‘I do hope I did not make you uncomfortable.’ ‘Not in the least!’ he replied. ‘You know I regret nothing of our weekend in the country, after all.’ ‘Nor I,’ I agreed. ‘I learned so very much from both you and Elizabeth, after all.’ ‘Speaking of whom, will you be joining her at the baths this evening?’ ‘Yes, and I can’t wait! Her and Irene.’ ‘Ah, poor Irene,’ Jonathan said.. The lid for the box is in the living room but that's it. I peek out of my front door onto my steps but no new box waits for me. I can feel the lump in my throat yet again but I push it away and make my way to the shower. Sleep won't be coming again tonight. This morning. Whatever damn time it is. Not after that. I notice the small bit of glass in my foot when I step onto the bathroom linoleum. I bite back a curse and sit to pull it out. The seat is cold on my ass. I feel drained. Of energy and.