SIX MONTHS
SIX MONTHSby Dorothy Strangelove Later :I had to write it down. I couldn't say it any other way. The letter had been composed in my heart long before it had come to this point, I don't know when, maybe the first time he looked into my eyes, or the first time he touched me, or the first time he took me in his arms. Maybe it was even the first time he buggered me and we both came so hard that we fell together onto the wrecked sheets. All I knew was he had said, six months. And now it had come...