Venita
~Five days later
The trip back home was pleasant. The weather was good and the s*x was better. Eric felt bad about what he did the last night we were in Barbados, but I had driven us to that result. I didn’t know where three strikes would lead me, but now I knew and I didn’t like it. I struggled with being a good girl all the time. Yeah, sure I love it, but I also like being punished by him. I never knew where it would get me. It was always an adventure.
We had arrived back in Galveston early this morning and had the boat placed in the marina for storage. Eric and I loaded our things into his truck, then started our drive back home. The entire time we were gone, we got updates and checked in to make sure the pack was good and that work was going well.
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