It’s been a year. Snap out of it, Brinley. If he moved on there is nothing you can do, I tell myself. Today I will sleep, recharge. Tomorrow, life. ...hen I stare down at my bed, my stomach becomes queasy. The spring-violet-colored comforter thrusts me back to The Chamber, to being Violet. I run into my bathroom and deposit what little I have in my stomach into the toilet. Closing the lid, I sit on top of it and run cool water into the sink. I don’t fight the tears that stream down my face. I. During the ride home, my mom came up with an idea that I really liked. She told me that she would dig out my dad's old leather jacket, buy me a pair of tight black jeans. Combined with a white crewneck tee shirt, I would become a greaser out of the fifties.The following Saturday afternoon, my mom helped me get ready for the party. By this time, my stomach was churning in anticipation of the evening's festivities. Like I said before, I'd never been to a party, let alone a Halloween party.When my. “I trust Harold, although I don’t want much direct sex yet. Harold, is there anything that would appeal to you?”“Just looking at you naked would be a fine start. Hell, I enjoy just looking at those strong legs of yours, which I can see. I’d love to stroke them. I’d love to kiss you, if no more than just on the lips. I’d love to watch you have pleasure with another woman.”Terry said to Shelley, “Let’s start off pleasuring Marcyne. Marcyne, you initiate whatever you do with Harold. Now, you. .." her voice trailed off as she read a text message that had arrived from an unfamiliar number.I later found out what the text had said. Katie had sent it from the prepaid phone we had used before during our encounter with Erica and Alexis. It read "You dared to look down at my husband because of what you THOUGHT happened in your bathroom. Maybe should ask Naomi what really happened that day. You are likely also disgusted by what you see in front of you right now. Yes, I know about it.