She opened the heavy wooden door to her small bedroom in the convent. Removing her leather belt, she let her weighty woolen habit fall to the floor in a black heap leaving her smooth skin exposed. She pulled the severe veil off of her face and her curly black hair tumbled free over her shoulders,…
Standing in the long hallway, dressed in a leather trench coat she waits. His routine is the same as always, she knows because she has been watching him for the past 3 months. She hears his footsteps approaching and knows that he will turn the corner in a manner of moments. She hides just around…
“Can I top you off, Kenzy?” Ash asks, a crooked half smile on her face. “Sure,” I flash her a gratuitous fake smile as she pours the wine, intentionally showing me the label as she does. “Can I have some, too?” My husband, Max, holds up his glass. The nagging wife in me wants to…