Little more than a flash, so to speak, a momentary diversion to make you think, mmn.
Please, God, let him telephone me now. Dear God, let him call me now. I won't ask anything else of You, truly I won't. It isn't very much to ask. It would be so little to You, God, such a little, little thing. Only let him telephone now...
Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.