striptease-confession

Here in my Private Locker, the vault cracks open. This secret pulses hottest. Catherine’s arriving at my place. Six days alone. Heart races. She’s at the door, 9:53 sharp. Kiss too short. Grab her bag. Inside, she scans my big house. Tour starts. Salon, office, dining, kitchen. Pool out back. She grins, bikini packed. Upstairs,…