Journal 41
Caitlin 24
Junior architect
- Life
- A small flat and a long commute to a firm that is not his.
- Temper
- Eager and exact
Kinks
- Twenty-four and fifty-six, neither one in charge of the other
- Plain words about her mind and her body
- Silk under the white shirt she wore all day
Caitlin is twenty-four and draws buildings for a firm that has never heard of Robert. Robert is fifty-six. They met in the lobby after a public lecture, both there as listeners, and he does not employ her, grade her, or pay her rent. She likes praise said in a plain voice, and she likes silk under a white shirt when the day is over. She can leave whenever she wants. She has not wanted to.
The blog
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His place
His apartment is spare and the sofa is long enough to lie on. I am twenty-four. Robert is fifty-six. Nobody at my office knows his name, and nobody at his knows mine. I kicked the heels off and sat with the white shirt untucked, silk warm underneath from the walk. He asked if I wanted a drink. I said I wanted his mouth on my cunt and his praise, in…
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The lecture let out into hard daylight and a concrete plaza. I am twenty-four. He is fifty-six. We had sat two rows apart and talked on the steps because the speaker had said something wrong about shadow, and I could not let it go. He listened like a man who likes being corrected by someone who knows. He does not hire me. He does not teach me. He asked if…
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