I must remember what happened. Write it down as soon as I can. There is a desk with a pad of paper and a pot of pens. It will do fine. The room is col...d but my clothes are nowhere to be found, probably downstairs. I sit down and start writing. How to write about it? I don’t really know. I am a writer but nothing has trained me for this. I don’t even have the vocabulary. Penis, vagina, coitus, copulate all sound so clinical. I want my words to be magical, not medical. Should I say fuck instead?. Now off with that bathrobe and slip this on please”. She had picked up the pink shortie nightie which Sally had only half noticed on the bed as they came in from the bathroom.Only a few hours ago she would have taken the nightie and gone to change in the bathroom but her aunt’s and Mrs. Higgins’ conditioning had begun to take the desired effect and she did as instructed but turning away from the others while doing so.“No Dear, for your own good, let us do that again, please. Off with it and put. " We said we just wanted to look around the town and have some fun. He said, "I know just the place." He took us to a large open air market. He said, "You can buy or see anything you want here." We strolled around shopping and taking in all the sights and smells of local Jamaica. While we were at a juice bar a young dreadlocked man came up to us and whispered, "Ganja?" We looked at each other and thought why not? He led us through the crowd, occasionally putting his hands on Carol's bare back.. I just thought he meant he wanted me not to be bored. I thought he cared for my happiness. It was all a lie nothing but a big fat lie.I may not love the sex with John, but I do or felt like I loved him. I do love him. Maybe he doesn't love me anymore? Maybe when it comes to sex he is not happy with me? Maybe I am the one that is not satisfying him?He could not think that. I mean I would give him a blowjob at the drop of a hat. We would have sex all the time. (He just wasn't good at it, but we.