Her clothes were strewn about the room, and I felt an urge to pick them up and caress them.Her clothes were strewn about the room, and I felt an urge to pick them up and caress them. In my heart I felt strongly about her, as I have said, though perhaps it was sex rather than love that kept my interest in her alive. Everything about her room - now that she had really taken it over - was sexy, especially the leather clothes and fantastic undies lying about the place. I was almost tempted to put on some of her clothes, but I managed to resist the temptation, though that night I asked myself a hundred times what had put the idea into my mind. But I went through her things, opened the drawers in the dressing table, and found a letter from a man who must have been the one she was having the affair with. |