Don't Know Where to Start

"Just like a man", she thought. After several hours of slow, almost painful building of arousal and passions they had made love over and over. The kids were at school and Michael had taken the day off. Now he napped, as Ginny allowed her mind to roam, chuckling at times to herself before taking on a somber face remembering the final night of her old life, before all she knew was changed and a whole new life was built for her. God she had been angry at first, feeling almost betrayed as if she had caught Michael with another lover or something, then she calmed down after all was explained and started to see him in a different light.

Ginny slowly moved out of the bed so not to wake Michael and walked over to the small dressing table by the sliding glass doors. Reaching into the bottom drawer she removed a new spiral bound notebook. laying it on the dressing table she ran her hand across the cover feeling the different textures and the coolness of the cover before opening it and looking at the blank, blue lined page before her. Across the top she wrote, " My Daily Thoughts and Muses: Volume II" in blue ink.