Chapter 77 Talk Of The Gala

• Roxanne
• I take a shower and change into a soft pair of yoga pants and ignoring the large variety of shirts and tees in the cupboard meant for me to choose from, I pick a large, comfortable shirt from my lover’s wardrobe. It is one of Van Dyke’s and I hold it ot my nose, inhaling the fragrance of the man I love.
• I shut my eyes and think of him. His presence, always forceful and confident, in an almost tangible way, radiating from his perfectly sculpted body. I knew that he had been one of the foot soldiers of my father for years and the scars on his large, meaty hands are evidence of what he did. But his body is that of a lumberjack’s strong muscles, hard…