“Lydia fantasized that Paul might bend her over the kitchen sink and rip open her blouse, scattering little pearl buttons across the linoleum. He would splash dishwater on her breasts with one hand as he hitched up her skirt with the other. Or maybe they would both be in the laundry room. Paul would lift her off her feet and seat her on the clothes dryer. It would be in the middle of a permanent press cycle, and the lid would would be hot against her bare ass. She’d grip the handle to the lint trap tightly, fighting the urge to bite Paul’s neck. Lydia once imagined a scenario involving a big mixing bowl full of raw meatloaf mixture, but she didn’t want to think about that again…”

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