The Third Letter

Hey Baby,

I miss you guys like crazy! How's the team doing? I bet Alex scored another goal, didn't he? And Emily, is she still practicing her piano pieces?

Things here are... intense. My body is changing in ways I never imagined. My hips seem wider, my ass rounder, and I catch Richard's eyes lingering on my chest more often than not. The treatments are working overtime, and I'm struggling to recognize the woman in the mirror.

The island's heat is unforgiving, and the clothes Richard picks out for me are getting skimpier by the day. Yesterday, I wore a leather skirt that hugged my curves like a second skin. I felt sexy, empowered, and a little bit naughty.

The other night, as we were walking back to the hotel from a... well, let's just say a very exclusive club, some guys were catcalling me. Richard stepped in and put them in their place. It was kind of hot seeing him defend my honor like that.

Richard's been a perfect gentleman, but there's an undercurrent of desire between us that's hard to ignore. I find myself noticing the way his muscles ripple under his shirt, the commanding tone of his voice when he's pleased with my work.

We're sharing a king size bed now, but nothing has happened – yet. He's been respectful of my boundaries, though I can feel them shifting, crumbling even, as this new, confident Lori emerges.

I love you, Jake. This is all for us, but I can't deny the thrill of this dangerous game. I hope you're not too mad at me for getting caught up in this. I'm trying to stay true to us, but this world is so different from our simple life back home.

Kisses and hugs, Lori