She whips around towards me, her eyes bright with passion. “This is not normal, Dmitri,” she cries. “What just happened inthere—” She gestures towards the bathroom. “—that shouldn’t have happened at all. I can’t believe… I can’t believe I allowedit.”
“I want to be alone, Dmitri. Please.” Her voice is firm, borderline pleading. Any kind of conversation will only serve todredge up the past and, since I don’t have the energy for that, I nod and leave her to wrestle with her demons alone.
It was good s*x. It was a pure moment.
But even that can’t fix everything.
The worst part about having hot bathtub s*x with your baby daddy and former boss who also happens to be your sister’smurderer?
You can’t exactly talk that s**t out with your friends.
Or in
