The Story’s End
Language: en
I've been married to Vincent Leech for almost a year, and he has never touched me. Every morning, before he leaves for work, I knot his tie for him. Then I move behind him, slipping his suit jacket gently onto his broad shoulders. He always turns then, leans in close, and presses a deep, tender kiss onto my eyes. That is the only physical contact we ever have. Our marriage is a transaction. I love his money. He loves my eyes.