MistakesChapter 12
Somehow after a helter-skelter rush through the flat, we found ourselves in the bedroom and she was standing by the bed, legs apart, hands on hips, now confident in herself, brazen. She was perfect in every way. I moved to take her in my arms again but she held up her hand to arrest my progress and began to strip rapidly. She crossed arms on the hem of her sweater and flung it up and to the left, followed by her tee shirt which flew to the right. Her skirt was pushed down and allowed to fall...