Photo by Sue Vincent
I walked into the house. It was quiet. It meant he hadn’t come as yet. The corridor stretched endlessly before me. I wondered what to do while I waited for him. Ahead was the door leading to the large and cozy living-room. That’s where he and I sat, curled up on the sofa, listening to Smooth Jazz while sipping wine. I could wait in there. I could go into the kitchen and prepare something for us to eat. Or I could go upstairs and slip into something more comfortable.
I slipped off my sandals and walked through the first open door which led to the winding staircase. I went upstairs to the master bedroom with the enormous canopy bed where he and I enjoy many trysts. I opened my overnight bag and took out my new black negligee. I changed into it and put my clothes…
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