N. Likes

A new plaything. At a distance.

Charlotte feels vulnerable, exposed, replaceable. She’s right, in some ways. But wrong, in the more important ones.

I like when Charlotte works for me.

I feel shitty. Oh so shitty….

This was the best part in real life. And the worst part to read. Because I. Can’t. Write. Sex.

Every silver lining has a cloud. The alcohol got away from me at the end, and what had been a truly spectacular day ended sloppily.

I’ve lost a LOT of weight. And, I’m not quite done!

Fumbling our way forward, Charlotte and I….

Coming apart, just a little, afterwards….

Charlotte has some work to do for me.