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Then what brings you back?

LonelyGirl8

Well, I’ve been told I have great tits. And I’m lonely.

I snort. Never in ten years have I heard Lydia use the word “tits.” This has got to be a sham. I start typing to dismiss whoever this is, tell them where to shove it, but another message comes through before I get the chance.

LonelyGirl8

Also realized . . . I do want more than just a roommate.

My pulse spikes.

I glance around the empty gardens. Not sure what I’m looking for, but suddenly I wish I was somewhere more private. Maybe it’s Lydia on the other end of this app after all. I swipe over to her profile. The pic is the same—fucking gorgeous—I don’t know how I could have seen it before and not known my own wife. Her stats haven’t changed, but the info after that looks like it’s been updated. I take a minute to read through:

Sex: Female

Age: 29

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 140lbs

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Build: Curvy

Interest: Men

What I Enjoy:

Tall, dark, and athletic for days. Must love dogs. Willingness to communicate needs.

Experiences I’m Looking For:

Less work, more play.

Figuring out what turns me on.

Figuring out how to get you off.

Trying out new things.

Learning about my body.

Learning about your body.

I think I could get better at this.

I do want you. I miss you.

I love you.

It’s been an hour since Lydia’s last message. Since I read through all the updates on her profile. I sat in the garden at Sunny Cove until the shadows started to grow long, trying to figure out what to say. How to respond. I even typed out half a dozen messages, but wound up deleting them all.

I have questions. Things I definitely want to say. But nothing feels right from seven hundred miles away.

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