Even after hearing the young woman, Jenna still needed time to think alone. So she didn't argue anymore, instead she walked inside the bathroom, slipping into the tub filled with warm water. Jenna removed her shirt.
Before morning, Kali or whatever she said her name was. Jenna had the previous night to think about. What exactly happened to her? It was faint but she could remember herself with a man.
The memory of what happened was there, the soft whisperings, the kissing and even the place Jenna had felt his fingers slip into. She could remember it clearly because she enjoyed it. And the sound of her own moan still rang at the back of her mind. What Jenna for some reason couldn't remember was the face!
Had she let a random man touch her? Was that how starved she was?
"Oh Gerald, I curse you," Jenna groaned, if only her former husband had treated her right. She wouldn't be in the arms of a random man.
