Journal #3

Caroline kicked Keith's watch as she clean up the room. What a disgusting thing she thought to herself. Keith was such a mess. He was nothing like Roberto. Roberto was clean and less messy. No one could be like Roberto. He had taken Caroline to new heights this afternoon. His soft Ralph Lauren skin, still left a mark on her arms. Were he held and made love to her. Keith could never go this far. He failure in bed was almost childish in manner. She folded the sheets and carefully rearranged her husbands pillow. It was the pillow she had told Roberto."I love you".She has said the same thing to Kieth and never meant it. She had said a lot of things to Keith and never meant it. She preferred to hide her hatred for Keith.It was better that way. She would stay with that miserable man. Exchanging anger for security, because in the end that was all that mannered. Caroline scooped up the last vestige of Roberto. A small strand of his hair from off the pillow. Deposited the hair in the garbage can and walked back to bed. She changed into a dark velvet black robe and stretched out on the bed. Now to be a good wife and smile at that bastard Kenneth, correction Keith Even his name sounded disgraceful, thought Caroline. He wouldn't know a thing of what she and Roberto had done. Nor did he need know. Since she had stood by her man. She was a good wife.