Amara was quiet all along, maintaining a safe distance from me as she stared out of the tinted windows. I didn't probe her either because honestly, I have no idea what to talk to her about. With other women, there was no talking part. It was just s*x. With Victoria, I never had to do the talking. She talks enough for both of us combined together and with Amara, even though I have so much to ask of her, I was blank. And there weren't many situations where I was rendered blank, to be honest.
I watched her from the corner of my eyes and there were a few things about her that were extremely hard to miss. For the starter, there was a lingering sadness to her. It doesn't show upfront given the way she goes about pretending to not give a f**k about anything or anyone but if one looks closely, it
