Forgetting Tabitha: An Orphan Train Rider - Plot & Excerpts
But when it was Edmund who came knocking without an appointment I went back into the bathroom and retrieved it. Edmund was a well-dressed young man with a trim physique and broad shoulders. He was five foot nine, a good height for his age. He had both money and opportunity, and could have any woman he chose, yet he spent his free time with me. He wanted to learn, he said. So I taught him and in return he taught me. I had never allowed myself to release with a client, but Edmund took such bliss from my pleasure and such care in bringing it to me that I allowed him to kiss my mouth and use my name. He never penetrated me, except for the first time when he was drunk, he was saving that for someone special he said, so we employed every other method and enjoyed this shared experience. Edmund was gentle and nurturing, always bringing me flowers or scents, or some other knick knack he thought I would enjoy. He didn’t like my room, it was ‘too sparse’ he said, and needed dressing up. But I didn’t want to personalize my space and allow clients to see the real woman I was becoming.
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