He shakes again. I do not like this. My Genta. That I should have undone you this far...

I push the guilt down inside. This time must be about Genta. About reaffirming our connection, making him feel appreciated and loved. I am most certainly capable of this.

He gives me such joy, such peace, when I am open to him.

He attempts my shirt, but finds it difficult. I assist, sliding it off over my head swiftly.