“ That she lived a lie. That she wasn't the good girl everyone believed her to be, wanted her to be. ”
Just like real sex, the touching was good, but there came a point in time when a woman needed to be filled - deeply.
~ Lacey Alexander
I know we planned to walk down to Schubert's for burgers, but can we go upstairs first?' She raised her eyebrows. 'What for?' 'Because I need to be inside you. Like...now.
It wasn't awful to be a man's sex object if you wanted to be, if it made you feel good, if everyone was happy in the end.
Would the people in her life still love her if they knew the whole truth about her? Perhaps, but would they love her the same?