For a brief moment Gertrude relished in the kiss on her neck. That part of marital intimacy filled her with joy. The kisses, the hugs, just being close to one another. She had always been one to hug others. Physical affection was something she did well. Never had she felt the need to hide it away or pretend like she didn't need it.
It was the other part of marital intimacy that terrified her. Her mother had given her a basic rundown. It did not sound pleasant. All that just for procreation? Gertrude was good thanks. Literally nothing about it sounded good to her. When she and Walt were alone—
Oh.
Suddenly she realised where she was. In her bedroom. Alone. With her husband. Was it expected that they... do that straight away? In her tiredness she hadn't even stopped to think about that. Had she sent the wrong signals? Did he think that they were going to—
"Are you glad that we can finally be alone?" she asked tentatively, testing the waters.
It was the other part of marital intimacy that terrified her. Her mother had given her a basic rundown. It did not sound pleasant. All that just for procreation? Gertrude was good thanks. Literally nothing about it sounded good to her. When she and Walt were alone—
Oh.
Suddenly she realised where she was. In her bedroom. Alone. With her husband. Was it expected that they... do that straight away? In her tiredness she hadn't even stopped to think about that. Had she sent the wrong signals? Did he think that they were going to—
"Are you glad that we can finally be alone?" she asked tentatively, testing the waters.