Salt had the voice of the devil. And I really wanted to be a good little sinner. For years, I’d been perfect. I had a reputation for being smart, steady, and calculated. I always made good choices. It was ingrained into me from the start. But I wasn’t happy. That was what I’d come to terms with earlier this week. Jeff leaving me had only ripped the first bandaid off, and there were plenty more to go. I was tired of being perfect. I wanted to be ruined. There were so many things I’d missed out on sexually, I was certain of it. Maybe Salt could show me things I hadn’t experienced. I wanted
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