And so, the lust of my last several days seems to have a love-lust interest of his own. Of this I'm not sure, of course; but I got a tiny clue yesterday when I overheard something that I was pretending not to be interested in hearing.
And so, I kinda hate her. In a purely "I don't really care" sort of way. None of that stops me from daydreaming (or trying to night dream) about him. That beautifully toned, dark and muscular body. Naked, of course; and with a bad-ass tattoo from his reckless youth, or possibly, a sexy-mysterious scar, somewhere prominent or barely visible, but begging to be kissed.