Once again this week I had to do the embarrassing thing. Someone invited Charles and me to stay and didn’t need to mention that they were assuming we’d share a bed. Everyone assumes married couples share a bed. Even unmarried couples have to share a bed. There’s no escape. Unless, of course, you don’t love each other anymore.
Well, I guess we never loved each other then, since we had separate bedrooms from the start. I’d had the pleasure of my own bed for a while before Charles moved in and there was no way I was going to have an intruder, however desirable and exciting.
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