The Visitor
I've been waiting for you, but you knew that. I sit upstairs, looking out my large bedroom window onto the picturesque town below. 2:55 p.m. You have five minutes left. Not wanting to trouble myself with impatience any longer, I fall back on the soft bed, thinking of how great this session is going to be. I gently run my fingers along the overstuffed pillows and think of our last session together. I had never felt such sensations before and I wanted to repeat that. As my mind kept churning, and...