Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
on Monday, Sept. 12 – 5 AM to 12 PM
…continued from part 2
I started to slowly stroke her hand, hoping to make her feel better. Honestly, I had no idea if she felt the same. Always I had known that Angie was adventurous; after all, she had told me about the many exploits that she had had outside of her marriage, but they had all been with guys. Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree? I wanted to be a special pill for Angie, but maybe she had no inclinations towards me whatsoever. But somehow the strokes that her fingers were playing on my hand in response to mind did not seem wrong. It was as if she was signaling something to me, as if there was meaning behind those strokes. Could I be Angie’s special pill?
Or maybe I was just losing it. Was I reading something in the spaces between the lines that wasn’t even there?