Comfort - EverTheDreamer
I can't believe I did what I did last night. I mean, under the circumstances, it was acceptable - partly. Herbie's told me a million and one times how much he hates it when women do what I did last night. But I can't help it! I'm not the one who up and left her mother because she hated the act. Well, live and let live, Herbie would tell me. Forgive and forget. I am not forgiving my June for what she's done to me, nor am I forgetting her.
What she didn't make me do, I have no one to blame for it but myself. But he liked it, I know he did. I have a gut feeling he did. Everything that happened last night, I know he enjoyed, I enjoyed. Maybe not that one thing, but I enjoyed everything else. It isn't my fault that June left us. It isn't my fault that I dream about her every week. Is it?
I'm going mad over it, and this isn't helping any. Or maybe it is. I don't know, and I half-care. I'm going to sit in my room and not leave until I am wanted. Or needed, whichever comes first.
Rose
