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.

Gently she lay back in bed, raised her thick legs, opened them wide enough for her vagina to yawn at Teddy once he entered the room. That was the only way she could tell him to bring it on; that was the only way she could inform him of her readiness even when she hated to do it; she was tired of fighting over her fate. She was done protesting for a costly mistake of a one night stand. She was tired of life but life wasn’t tired of he