Jack is devoted to all phases of my life: my job, my meals, my house, and my body. Especially my body. It’s like I have an addiction for his hands on me. I used to consider that sort of thing perverted, but not anymore. It’s a necessary part of my life now. I feel so cold where he isn’t touching me…so I make him touch me all over a lot. I wish he had more hands. My own hands seem…nervous. Maybe it’s the anticipation of using them on him. I still play solitaire in my spare moments, looking always for red jacks, and I only review one book at a time now, turning the pages slowly and reading them all the way through. I have still found quite a few clunkers, but…I won’t give any book one star anymore, mainly because they’ve kept my mind and hands busy. What do I like most about Jack? He makes me feel sexy. I’ve never felt sexy before, maybe because of my profession, maybe because of the way I was raised in the church. I’ve been called “cute,” but I’ve never been called “sexy.”
