#Chapter 72

Evelyn

God must hate me.

I'm certain about it.

Because there's no other explanation as to why it hasn't rained in two fucking weeks.

I live in Seattle for fuck's sake. My shoes get wet more than my clothes get dried since I sun-dry everything. Geographically there should be a wave of dark clouds coming anytime soon, but, unfortunately, all the clouds have decided to not travel to Seattle this month.

With each day my desperation is spiking and I'm on the verge of kissing myself. I can't do that of course. With orgasms things are easier. But with a kiss, I can't even try my luck at...