Fannie stood at the backside of Edwin's building, pressing her back to the wall. She had herself well covered with a dark shawl that camouflaged well in the night. There was no light coming from his chamber and the chamber adjacent to it, which now belonged to that unworthy maid.
And yet she could imagine their stark naked bodies tangled together because she also had experienced the pleasure Ruth was receiving tonight. But Fannie was sure that she must have failed to satisfy him. Because there was no one else who could give him that pleasure that Fannie had given him.
She once had asked him how did it feel, and he had answered that it was good.
Her heart told her to walk away from there, but her mind protested. She stood there until her knees gave up, listening to Ruth's cries and how she begged for more. She could also hear his grunts and growls, which she had heard before.
But then why did they sound different this time?
Why did he sound like he was… enjoying it?
