Jolene Ch 03
We lay in each other’s arms, legs entwined for a couple of hours. Jolene’s tears continued, and at times she sobbed uncontrollably. Little was said. When I questioned her, she refused to talk. I was confused and more moved by Jolene’s tears than anything else. Do I love her? What the fuck is love? Why is she crying? Questions begging answers swirled around my head. We still had Vaseline smeared on our body parts, so just when Jolene calmed down, I jumped up and pulled her off the bed onto her...