She’s been alone for so long that she’s forgotten what it feels like to be wanted.
I’m a hot-blooded young man and I want her more than anything in the world.
Even though she’s twice my age.
She knows I want her.
She sees the way my eyes burn into every inch of her skin.
She tries to cover up, but I know she secretly craves the attention.
Why else would she let me live in her house?
Because I’d fallen on hard times and she felt bad for me?
No. It’s because she wants me to take control of her.
She wants me to have my way with her.
And yet… whenever I put my hands on her… she playfully pushes me away.
What’s holding her back from giving in to me?
I don’t care. I’ve had enough of playing nice. I’m going to make her mine.
Tonight.