To Face the Ugly Deed
Eashae was making breakfast. Everything promised to me had happened. In a way it was wonderful. I had a woman, one that I had chosen myself, in my house doing the things I thought a woman was to do. I went to her wanting to touch, hold, fondle her breasts, and she let me. She did not complain, although she did glance to the fire and I understood that she needed to finish making my breakfast.