28

I sat there reflecting on the last moon I had paid as much attention to.

Under that moon a decision had been made.

The decision to give in to our wanton desires.

The decision to act out our fantasy…make it a reality.

A decision I had been playing over and over in my head.

When I relieved myself alone.

When I had Bella writhing either above or below me.

As of late, she'd been on top.

It was easier for her.

Because of her condition.

A condition that 'anyday now' could cost me…

Shortly after we'd returned, the seeds of doubt had sprung forth.

And I'd been a neurotic mess since.

Replaying that night with dread, alone in my office with a glass of bourbon, more often than with sexual fulfillment.