Hope springs eternal. (Not _my_ Hope. Charlotte’s.) Charlotte really wants to chat with a guy, and I have a strong reaction.

Charlotte had her second threesome.

One possible medication for a feeling of un-safety: make Charlotte the queen of my harem.

Taking (back) control of Charlotte, 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.

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.

Fumbling our way forward, Charlotte and I….

Coming apart, just a little, afterwards….