Chapter 3

So he's been gone for a week now. He's not coming back. A week ago he was sitting across the room, in his easy chair (which I can't get to), and he had his dick out and he was watching me, and masturbating.

And I was sitting hunched up in a ball on the bed, and I grabbed the pillow and held it in front of me. He'd told me not to do that, that he'd take it away if I used it to cover myself. Or that he'd hit me. But I did it anyway, because I couldn't stand just sitting there and letting him beat off looking at me, naked.

So, he got all upset, but he didn't take the pillow away, or hit me.

Instead he started talking about vegetables. Cucumbers, and carrots, and corn, and squashes. (And radishes, which doesn't seem to make sense, but maybe I'm just not perverted enough?) He said he was going to go get some of each, and see how I liked them. The bastard. And then he got up and put his pants on, and left. I heard him lock the door, and that was it. Nothing for a week.

I hope you all enjoyed that little scene. I sure did.

At this point, I'd love some of those vegetables, cause I'm out of spaghetti. Now it's dried beans. Yum, such fun to chew for hours on end.

Lucky, lucky me.

Love, Meghan