'G said V would be back by the weekend. How would that ONS with V affect our life? What if some of V's cum gets to my heart? What about G? Would his libido dip for my taking V's cum? Won’t then my need for variety get a boost from G’s neglect of me? Never mind his word; won’t G use more of my sexual services to buttress his business? Won’t that in a way suit me as well? Surely, once bitten twice shy won’t make the right adage for promiscuity, would it? Won’t that shatter our emotional bond forever?'
'How crass it’s to jump into someone’s bed blindfolded? It’s different if someone were to sweep me off my feet to tumble into his arms. Why, sexual freedom is all about sexual choice and not enforced mating isn't it? Wasn't I got stuck to G body and soul tucking in my mind as well! It’s no more the same, so it seems. But, why did G agree to toss me into another’s bed? Could he have done that when I was still his blue-eyed bride? Worn out by time, have I lost my value as a mate to him? Or worse, has he come to value wealth more than his wife?'
'Why have I been impatient for V ever since I was marked for his bed? Is it because he’s mad to have me that I want to give in? Why not I inject a little romance into the ONS to make the mating all the more exciting? What if I let V date me a little? Won’t that help me to dote upon him too? Oh, the prospect of illicit sex seduces more than what the fare might corrupt! So it seems, doesn’t it?'
'When V came in the evening to pick me up, how tentative I was! Wonder why, since I had waited for him all day long! How I was thrilled that V looked all manly, though in his teens! It felt as if the one I was fantasizing about just walked in. Why, he seemed all too familiar, and surely, I was immodest in staring at him. It’s as if I began coveting him. Why not, didn’t I allow myself to get excited at the idea of sex with a teenager?
What need there was for dating when he came darting into my heart! Hit the iron when it’s hot, it’s wisely said. Well, as hard as one can for better effect. Wouldn’t my my wet C know how to heat-treat V’s R? What an irony, I owe V to M, the hateful quisling! How funny V developed cold feet after that hot pursuit! He cowered, the bully that he was, and I should’ve played the elder sister to him. Maybe, that would have put paid to V’s passion and thereby saved G’s honor. Don’t know why, I drove him myself to the KM for a date! Well, what for have I fantasized so much? Just to throw away my chance when it came? What would G think if ever he came to know it was I who had seduced V?