85. Pamalot

She was like a doll that he dressed up. It was a total turn on for him and she just wanted to please him. But she soon tired of the game as it became abysmally superficial. She craved a deeper and more meaningful connection. Until he bought her those killer boots, she decided dragging it out further was harmless.

84. Yellow

He tried his best to relax. But every inch of him said to run. It was his pattern, a bad habit he was aware of and trying to break. He was of course setting about it in every wrong way possible, looking for things and ideas to settle him that just didn’t fit. Quite simply, it would take the right woman to arrest the fight or flight in him.

83. Thong

She knew exactly what she was doing though it seemed nonchalant. He looked on admiringly as she went about pretending to accomplish her daily details. Every nuance had been rehearsed for an audience of one. She played the game well and he was none the wiser, falling for it like a silly rabbit.