Whether or not to lay with the apothecary was the easiest choice I could ever be faced with.
I still can not think of what would make such a stunningly beautiful and sharp-witted creature turn to me for some relief. She repeatedly remarked that it was only going to be physical, and physically I lack many of the things that many of her other male friends don't lack.
Whether or not I should have done it, that's a way tougher choice.
Although I was afraid it would grow into a desire for something more than what she'd give me, I thought it would certainly help my situation with the bee-keeper. And although I was not over it yet, realising what brought it to that end had had made the situation far better. I realised that nothing I would do, nothing I would say, would have made a difference.
If that were the case, would it be really worth the exchange?
The effects came surprisingly quickly.
I was half-wrong, twice - does this make me completely wrong, but just once?
Now I'm stuck with this strange fondness for her, and a dull, guilty pain in the back of my mind.
We're over the first page, well done. Next week you'll be a flipping playwright.
