I’m not much of a storyteller, but I remember it all in vivid detail – this beautiful scene we had together last night. This is my day off of work, but Tina still had to go, and I guess I just really want this recorded, to . . . read later. It’s making me excited just thinking back to it . . . she’s so brilliant when she works with her dark side, I can hardly even believe I have her all to myself!

It started like it usually does, when I could see that little glimmer in her eyes. I was getting ready for bed . . . dressed in these ridiculous old pyjamas she always bugs me about still having. They’re like a set, and they have sheep on them, but they’re so comfortable that I wear them sometimes just to bug her. She scrunched up her nose then too, but she untucked the comforters instead of saying anything about it. So I laughed to myself a bit as I was brushing my teeth, and I suppose that piqued her interest.

“Something in here entertaining you?” she teased, leaning against the door frame, obviously looking at me. I was almost scared to look at her, for fear that she would correct herself and the mood would be gone. But she wanted me bad. In that way that she does sometimes . . . so I hardly even moved. I had just spit out the toothpaste, rinsed my mouth, and looked in the mirror at her. Maybe that felt safer than doing so face-to-face, when she would have me melted completely.

She acted like she didn’t notice, but I knew she was well aware. Those piercing eyes were all over me when I had the chance to look at her. Should I tease her? Should I just undress? I didn’t know what to do, but I was really craving her touch. Her twisted touch – the one that gives me both pain and pleasure. Mmm and she does it so well.

“Just thought I might stop in and ask what has you giggling like a little girl.”

I chuckled again, because she said the last word with such attitude that it was as if she thought I should be offended by it.