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After showering, I put on Victor’s shirt, rolling the sleeves up one turn before slipping on fresh panties. He suddenly realized he had no clothes, so I loaned him a Japanese ornamental, short bathrobe I had that was far too big for me.
He grinned, admired himself with two exposed, cute ass cheeks in the mirror, and another box was ticked off for me.
“I’m glad you can laugh at yourself, Victor.”
“It’s important, and I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”
“Me neither.”
“It’s been lonely, Amy. I felt isolated even when other people were in the room, including family.”
“I can imagine it was awful. I had a boyfriend right here in this apartment and still felt that way.”
“Knowing you faced the same problems as I did has struck me quite a bit. I’m used to thinking my life is uniquely awful. I’ll confess my self-pity has been exposed.”
“It’s not self-pity, Victor. They talk about this a great deal in some lectures. We get sucked down the rabbit hole, and isolation takes away some of our authenticity.”
“We’re meant to be social creatures, Amy.”
“You and I definitely are.”