But he isn't paying attention. Now he's resuming his tongue abuse, which is just intended to enrage me more. After six months, he still remembers precisely what I need to get off of him. I am blasted by a second orgasmic wave, and my legs buckle under the strain. William just manages to reach me in time before I strike the chair, and he immediately snatches me up. The show has concluded. The rest is up to his imagination.

After being out in the sun, I flinch when he strides inside the home. As in, "I can't believe you just did that."

The wait is six months, Lisa. I've been...