Eapv3
The surface of his body crawled. She always cut his hair now; she kept him trim and neat and fed. That fucking feeling, asshole, is love. To let this woman take care of him. Vincent stared at the fucking towel rack in front of him as chunks of black were shaved off of his head. Clearing his throat but saying nothing, Vince felt ashamed of this feeling that he would not express, maybe could not ever, to his Mistress.