I didn't tell Bianca I saw Dad, but now, more than before, I was determined to have her. If she lets me...

In the next days, we felt the tension in the air. Both of us pretended that everything was all right: We ate meals together, I did the shopping, and Bianca managed the house. However, the talks were brief and devoid of discussions about our emotions. My nights were frequently interrupted by dreaming about different scenarios of Bianca and me in different places: On a cruise ship, in a national park, on an isolated island, etc. The common denominator: we spent time naked, having sex at every opportunity. I...