Jessie’s letters had been getting fewer and shorter of late, and rather more like chatty accounts of the doings of her neighbours and friends than t...e passionate outpourings of love I had received in the first month or so, the ones that Mabel and Emily had read. This one laid out the matter clearly: Loughborough, October 1858. My Dear Arthur, You may already have an inkling of what I am going to say. No doubt your friends will have told you that I have been seeing something of Henry Spencer.. She was always nice to me. even flirted a bit, but I never thought much about it. One day in passing, she offered me to come over for a drink sometime, and had a devilish look in her eyes. A few days later I took her up on the offer. I knocked on the door, and when she answered, I could tell she already had at least 2 drinks in her. She offered me a shot of brandy. I'm not much of a drinker, but I took the shot. We were chatting for some time, and then we started talking about our sexual. “I’ll say it again, what are you doing?”Five feet from me, standing behind the couch, I was just on, is my younger sister.“Hey ash, what?” I’m pretty used to being interrupted all the time; the annoyance in her voice didn’t really seem to convey this conversation was going to end well.“You know that my boyfriend is coming over tonight, I need this room, clean it up.”“Who went and named u queen B?”Truth be told, she always had been. Perfect grades, head cheerleader, voted most popular and likely. I love that my lover is better in bed, or anywhere else we fuck, than my husband. He is better for me, and he should be better. If Greg wasn’t better than you, if I had a lover who wasn’t your sexual superior, I would be cheating on you. I would be unfaithful. Everything I said to you was true and I got excited telling you the truth. I got excited because you got excited listening to the truth about my better lover.” Laura reached in and found Dan hard again, stone hard after three orgasms..