“I wrote in the journal this morning while you were still sleeping. Please read it while I’m downstairs so you can be ready.”
She frowns. “I didn’t have time to write in it yet, though.”
“That’s alright. You can whenever you want.”
“I really like the journal idea. It’s kinda sweet.”
“Sometimes it might be, sometimes not.”
Downstairs, I find everything I need. I’m glad I store some of my extra supplies here. Once again I’m venturing into taboo territory, but as usual, I just can’t stop myself. I like doing what I’m not supposed to be doing and I especially like doing things I’m not supposed to do to Tabi. Mostly because she likes it, and I like that she likes what we’re not supposed to be doing.
Being bad can be very, very good.
She’s exactly where she should be when I go back upstairs, sitting at the dining room table. I know she sprayed bleach cleaner on the table and all the chairs, as I asked in the journal, because I can smell it.
I open the window to let some air in. “I don’t want you to get a headache from the bleach smell,” I say, then grab Sterling. “I’m going to put him in the bedroom while we do this. I can’t risk him jumping on my stuff or knocking shit over.”
While I’m putting the cat in the guest room, I see the journal has been moved, so I grab it to see if she’s written in it, and she has, right under my entry. I skim through my words and then study hers.
Tabi,
In just a few days, you have become a very bright light in my very dark life. Last night was everything I hoped it would be. I love how you trust me. I don’t think I will ever get enough of you. I can see the change in you already and I hope you see it in yourself. You’ve changed me too. I never had a plan with you, and I still don’t. I like where we’re heading, though.
There’s something I need to do with you and I think you will love it. I hope you will.
Clean the dining room table and the chairs with the spray bleach under the sink. I’ll meet you there.
V
Vandal,
I don’t know what’s happening between us. I didn’t have a plan either—I just wanted to feel again, and not be so numb and lifeless. You’re giving me that. Yes, it’s a lot different than what I was thinking, but I have no regrets. At least not yet.
The bleach sounds scary but I’ll do what you say. I wouldn’t want another a spanking.
Tabi
Grinning, I close the journal. Her snarky comments always make me laugh.