Do I want to wife her? Fuck no. Do I even want a relationship with her? Also fuck no. I’m not ready to have my cock on a leash, but do I have feelings for her? Yeah. I’m man enough to admit that. To myself, not anyone else. Tillie plays with my emotions like a fucking fiddle. I’ve seen what happens when I give her half of me. I lose myself in her, lost in a fucking daze that I never want to wake from. Give her all of me? I’d never survive. So for now, she’ll just have to eat my words. Or choke on them. Whichever will work for me.
