Lenora spent most of the just lazing around.
Eventually noon became evening and evening became midnight. Half of the city was sleeping while the other half was out doing various things. She didn't feel very sleepy so she locked the door, locked the window, drew the curtains and just lied down. Kind of quiet but she could hear random sounds every now and then.
Seconds later she found her fingers reaching for places. She wasn't necessarily in the mood or even horny.
She was just bored.
Okay, maybe she was just slightly in the mood but only because she couldn't forget about him; in other words, she was trying to distract herself. Was he with that maid right now? Was he doing things she'd imagined him to be doing to her? Was he… having sex?
The more she thought about it, the more it hurt. Even when she rubbed herself, even when she touched herself… it just hurt.
To the point where she had to stop. Both stop touching, and crying.
