Page 23 of Dear Glory

“Take me to my hotel?!” I spit out hyperventilating, wondering what the world was I thinking! How could I have done such… such…things! …and in front of so many people?!

“Princess, if only you’d let me explain!”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” I screech, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame.What if my dad heard about this?! He’s always watching… What if this gets out to the public!? What if?—

“GLORINDA, YOU DID NOTHING WRONG, SO?—”

“I DID EVERYTHING WRONG!” I panic, pacing back and forth, wondering what I’m going to tell my dad… wh?—

“No, what we did was not wrong. It was completely normal and consensual between adults! And it should matter what anyone else thinks about it!” He sets his mouth firm and I curl my lip, shaking my head with wide eyes as the events are still playing out in my head.

“It was wro—ng!” I grit out, voice cracking at the end.

“You only think so now because you’re thinking about other people’s opinions instead of your own. You enjoyed it. It was not disgusting, it was beautiful… you were beautiful.” His words cause goosebumps to pepper my skin ingloriously, making me shoot up from the bath and try to climb out, nearly flopping face-first on the marble floor since my legs feel like jelly but somehow also like they weigh a ton.

Thankfully, he catches me, saving me a trip to the emergency room, but when he hugs me close, I shove him away, fighting him off, overcome with emotions and mortification.

“Hey, Astrid! Can I get some help? She’s in sub-drop!” Sir calls, and in no time, a small Black woman bursts through thedoor, alert mouth forming a small O. Right behind her, a huge white man comes in and scoops me up, holding my arms to keep me from hitting him.

“Here,” the small Black lady holds out a giant towel, wrapping my naked body with it. The big white guy hands me to her after she lays on the bed and I feel odd sitting in her tiny arms as she rocks me with a hum.

I really want to push her away from me, but she’s so little I’m afraid of hurting her, and the last thing I need on me after what I did is assault changes.

“How are you feeling, Glorinda? Have you calmed down?” she asks in a sweet voice and I cut my eyes to her, glowering, shaking, and unable to calm down…

“My head hurts… and…”

“I’m sorry, would you like some chocolate? How about you put on some clothes and after that, you can take a walk in the garden? Getting some sun after a sub-drop can be very beneficial.” she voices, and the term sticks with me.

“Wh-what’s a Sub-drop, and… who are you?” I murmur and they both look at each other then me, and her eyes go wide behind her overly large round glasses.

“First, I’m surprised you don’t remember me? I’m Ms. Wolf!” the mousy woman smiles prettily and I reel back in shock before I turn to the big man next to me. He smiles, looking like the sexiest piece of French cuisine.

“A-and you?”

“Mr. Bunny at your service, madam,” he winks with all the swagger in the world, yet all I can see is the image of her plowing into him as he begged for more.

At this rate my heart will expire from overexertion before I can even think of dying of old age.

“I’m ready… hand her here,” I hear over my shoulder and see Sir holding his hands out to me. Wolf tries to give me over but I hold her tight, refusing to let go.

“Oop, seems like someone needs a bit more time, but you know how it can be when a sub drops… so don’t take it personal” she urges him but he grits his teeth.

She’s not wrong. I need more than a little time… from her too, but right now I feel more comfortable with her than I do with Sir or Bunny, that’s for damn sure.

“Come here, Princess. I won’t hurt you, okay?” Sir holds out his hands and gives me a gentle smile, and even though my mind is still out of sorts, my body moves on its own. I stretch my arms out to him, and he picks me up like a princess, sets me down on his lap, and rocks me. rubbing my back.

“Here,” Wolf says after a while, reaching into the bedside table and handing a piece of chocolate to Sir, who unwraps it and breaks off a piece, giving it to me and I nibble on it.

“Sub-drop…?” I ask, and Sir goes still.

“In the simplest explanation, it’s when you come down from the high of a play… everyone can feel it differently, it seems what you’re most prone to feeling is shame,” Sir rocks me, speaking in a gentle and non-judgmental tone while I chew on the chocolate.Oh… I see…

It makes sense. I certainly feel like my heart will break and my mind can’t even make two and two add up to four. I feel like crying even though yesterday I felt amazing. I want to hide under the covers in shame even though I basked in how sexy I felt and looked yesterday. I feel like I’ve just tried to sew a dress that I’ve made a hundred times, but did the stitching wrong.In other words, I feel like shit.

“We’ll give you guys some space,” Wolf speaks up and stands, and Bunny follows behind her, leaving us alone once again.

“Glory, how are you feeling right now? Is there anything I can do to make this time more comfortable for you?” He kisses my shoulder and I blink, almost in a stunned state.

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