Getting Back

I cooked a great meal for my boyfriend who was coming home from work. It was our eight month together and it was my way of saying that I loved him still. I say still, because I could still not get over the thing he did to me on our seventh month together – he raped my ass. That day, being his day off, he had me going to a parlor to have some beauty time. Next he took me on a shopping spree and was with me when I bought the things I wanted – he paid for everything. Next he had me on a great dinner date at a posh restaurant on the top of the tallest building in the city. Yes it cost him a fortune but he said as we were going home that it was worth it. While we were driving home I was getting ready at what he would ask next – I knew he would be itching for sex as soon as we were home. So I decided to play a trick on him, I pretended to be tired and sleepy already. It was a long day and it wasn’t easy to still be up when you have basically been out of the house for more than twelve hours.