I had little will to be held back by your Thomas. You must understand, my Dear, how I could not let him stop me. I made clear my threats to have his position terminated with such demeanor. I made sure he begged for my forgiveness; even drove him to the desperation of offering himself to me. I made sure to coax him to the deck where he thought we would commit our crime; where instead the wind ferociously beat him against the ship; where the salt spray cut into him like a hundred wicked blades into his many wounds.
Your chest, shirtless and hard; hard as if missing a heart and flat as its breathless sex.