Dottie For You Season 1: A Far-Out Dolcett Love Story

by Regina Watts

He could have wept for as deeply as he desired her, craved her. Oh, God! There would never be enough, would there? Fucking her would never be enough. Dismembering and eating her would never be enough: no, not even that. There could be no relief for his craving, his intense desire to not just have Dottie, but to absorb her—to assimilate her, as if taking her into himself in some permanent way might finally soothe him, fulfill him. Christ, oh, Christ, he wanted to liquefy her body and inject her into his fucking frontal lobe and still it would never be enough to satisfy him. He saw it in an instant.

Oh, to truly make her cry—and then to dote on her, console her, beg her for apologies until she was so sick of him she could only spit in his face and send him away!

Harold viewed Dottie as bees must have viewed flowers. From no angle was she not beautiful, not perfect—but from some she was simply irresistible.