A month and a half is a long time to keep three people in the barn.
It's also part of the psychological torture Timber seems so fond of lately. I'm not complaining, though. I've had a month and a half to let things settle down for Tasmin and Clara. We both agreed to put Tasmin in therapy, though, even if it's only for a bit, to make sure what happened doesn't affect him too much in a negative way. Just so happens that Fury knew the head doctor at the mental health clinic in town. He chatted with her, and she's agreed to see Tasmin, fully understanding me and the club, and how that changes things for him compared to her normal patients.
It's also given me a month and a half to f**k Clara every damn chance I get. Like this morning— twice. She doesn't complain, and until she tells me
