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A new woman gives me an excellent new idea….

The closest you’ll ever come to seeing Charlotte’s face.

I want you like this.

Music can make me cry.

Soon, I will tie Shelby up. I promise to tell you about it.

Charlotte wants to come. She forgets that she – in the current configuration – comes for ME.

I fly toward flames — jealousy, rejection, abandonment — and then wonder why I’m singed. Charlotte and I are working out the terms of our burning.

Recalibrating with Charlotte

In which I fail to protect my charge.

These were some private instructions I gave Charlotte for a night of fun she had.