Continued from Empty Mansion…
I’m over-eager. I want too much. My body is not yet emptied of him before I’m crouched over the toilet, balancing the rod underneath my stream.
I wait one agonizing minute for the absence of parallel lines to tell me not so.
I don’t notice my husband watching at the door, home from his business trip.
Too late I drop the test between my legs, and with a splash, my fruitless efforts splatter my naked bottom.
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In addition to being Black History Month, February is also the month of love. ❤ So to count down to Valentine’s Day, the one holiday I love to hate, I’ve decided to repost my Group Therapy series. It’s a story about two grieving parents who find love in the unlikeliest of places. I hope you enjoy.
Note: The link for part 5 will work when the post is published tomorrow.
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