Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           Holyhell,ifmymindcouldjustkeepupwithmybody.Heleansforwardandkissesmequickly.Hegrabshisstufffrommysidetableandhisshoes—whichhedoesn’tputon.

           “TaylorwillcomeandsortyourBeetle.Iwasserious.Don’tdriveit.I’llseeyouatmyplaceonSunday.I’lle-mailyouatime.”Andlikeawhirlwind,he’sgone.

           ChristianGreyspentthenightwithme,andIfeelrested.Andtherewasnosex,onlycuddling.Hetoldmeheneversleptwithanyone—buthe’ssleptthreetimeswithme.Igrinandslowlyclimboutofmybed.IfeelmoreoptimisticthanIhaveforthelastdayorso.Iheadforthekitchen,needingacupoftea.

           Afterbreakfast,IshoweranddressquicklyformylastdayatClayton’s.Itistheendofanera—good-byetoMr.andMrs.Clayton,WSU,Vancouver,theapartment,myBeetle.Iglanceatthemeanmachine—it’sonly7:52.Ihavetime.

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           From:AnastasiaSteele

           Subject:AssaultandBattery:TheAfter-Effects

           Date:May27201108:05

           To:ChristianGrey

           DearMr.Grey,

           YouwantedtoknowwhyIfeltconfusedafteryou—whicheuphemismshouldweapply—spanked,punished,beat,assaultedme.Well,duringthewholealarmingprocess,Ifeltdemeaned,debased,andabused.Andmuchtomymortification,you’reright,Iwasaroused,andthatwasunexpected.Asyouarewellaware,allthingssexualarenewtome—IonlywishIwasmoreexperiencedandthereforemoreprepared.Iwasshockedtofeelaroused.

           WhatreallyworriedmewashowIfeltafterward.Andthat’smoredifficulttoarticulate.Iwashappythatyouwerehappy.