I am still rethinking my choice to stand by her, I got to know a lot when she had a meltdown. She has had quite a rough ride: an abusive marriage that led to the loss of her child in addition to two miscarriages. She has been undergoing therapy since her divorce. After the hard knock, she opted for a therapist to help her cope. She told me this job was a one-way ticket to her new chapter in life.

Never in a million, did I see this coming. I would have left after Jackie elaborated her story. It would have been easier to chill and find someone with zero or fewer issues, but I chose to stay. I just felt I had to be there for her.

Well, the night wasn’t all pitful and scuffles. Mans got some action. She seemed to like my space “it’s Organised in here,” she complimented. From chatting to touching, Deep breaths, kisses, grinds, and strokes: this girl had enough Kamasutra up her sleeve. The last time I think I remember it wasn’t once, twice, or thrice. It seems like I kind of lost count of the whole play.

Waking up with her in my arms this morning is my idle kind of idyll.

©Joeln