princess

the language has become quite clear. Every trip, I receive a certain amount of loot. It has been the same with every flight, its always been just enough for meals and extras, etc.

we have been fighting (well, he has been fighting) all week. Not enough blowjobs or fancy home-cooked meals. The floors arent clean enough, whatever.

he left me less, I discovered, strewn across my laptop this morning.
As he walked out the door, i call," still mad at me, I see."
He, "a little."
I, "its obvious"
he, "how?"
I look a the cash, thrown.
he, "not enough?," snidely.

I,"how do you say 'angry' in jewish? ...do you have a few minutes?"

bedroom. 15.
he walks out, coffee in hand.

on the laptop is the key to the bmw and an extra couple hundred.
.....

i understand the language quite well, now. And i can speak quite a bit more naturally than I had anticipated, though it took a bit long to figure it out. jonas figured it among the gifts the day before i changed the locks in lake grove. there is an appeal, to using this sort of "manipulation" to get what i need. it makes me feel sorry for a man so easily swayed; who believes he is actually in love with me but acts so callously and predictably.