Chapter 29

Matilda's Diary

This was not my best, prettiest pie crust since I rushed myself to finish the flattening process so I could discard the roller all together, as if I would be just fine if the tool was out of my hands. My mind was still wondering though as I added the filling and covered the pie, crimping the edges of dough together with a fork before putting it into the preheated oven. With that out of the way, I made a big pitcher of lemonade and put it away in the fridge to cool down while waiting for the pie to finish.

I cleaned up my floury mess for a while, but once I was done there was still time left on the oven timer for the pie. I sighed and leaned on the counter, looking outside and as a brief cloud of smoke drifted past the window I was busy picturing what happened earlier. Thinking of how it felt to have his hands on me, rubbing so gently and giving my feet the attention they so desperately needed. Now, there were other parts of my body that craved the very same touch.

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