Chapter 35 Slut Or Slave

• I knocked at the door with an overly beating heart. I was scared at what awaited me on the other side of the room. A part of me wish that she had forgotten about our supposed meeting and instead had gone to bed but that wasn’t the case I heard her call “Come in”
• I stepped into the room which was dark except from the light pooling from the midnight into the room. The breeze billows the light curtains as they dance bringing in the fresh breeze from the pool. I shiver not from the cold but from anticipation of what was to come.
• My eyes took in the room from the painting of angels surrounded by children. I smiled as I remember Mrs Thompson telling me how she had toured the countries for that painting only to discover that it was made by her daughter in law, Skylar.