“Otherwise my days at Pussy Palace (my private name for it) were lazily spent; talking to the girls there, sipping tea all day and swimming when I pleased, reading when I pleased – then writing by night. Dante filled my thoughts and only writing about him and our time together made being separated more bearable. I yearned for him like never before, felt his absence like a missing limb. Sometimes I woke shivering in the night, clawing around the bed for him, but he was never there. It too...k Shay about a week before she made a move on me. I’d known it was coming. “Why don’t you come down into the dungeons tonight, Cleo?” “What for, to observe?” I crooked an eyebrow. I lay on a sun lounger in the huge orangery at the centre of the mansion where women laid out all day, naked as the day they were born. On a sunny day, it was the perfect place to catch some rays.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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