I didn’t understand why I wasn’t jealous of Lucy. But what she had from him wouldn’t take anything from me. They’d both have a wonderful time, and I liked both of them – maybe I loved Sir a little, or a lot – and I wanted them both to be happy. Somehow I was sure that I’d still be Sir’s Number One. And maybe he’d let me play with Lucy too.
But I’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.