Chapter 278
~she wish he were Ken~
As soon as Mrs. Fanny cat-walked from the bathroom, she met only the calmness that hung across the room, and she perceived the minty smoke of cigar emanating from the balcony which informed her Teddy was out there, perhaps preparing for the busy night in bed. She was tortured protesting for her peace and freedom; she only persevered to return to California where she would plan his death.
Recognizing that she would soon get heated in a session of sex and sweat, she found it wasteful to apply some lotion on her skin.
