Chap-77*The Husband With A Belt In His Hand.*

Cynthia Dion:  "What on earth?" I rubbed my hand over my mark and grumbled under my breath. I thought my cardigan might have stained it because it looked somewhat purplish, but it wouldn't come off. It was as if instead of getting better, It kept getting worse and paining a lot. Of course, it was infected since I hadn't transitioned, and now I was marked. I left the bathroom and went to Flora's room, where she was waiting with some snacks and drinks. "Flora, thank you so much for all this, but I don't think I can eat it all. I'm extremely exhausted. Can I take a short nap first?" I inquired, feeling a bit guilty because she seemed excited to spend time with me. However, I was worn out and quite drowsy. "Of course, please rest," she looked so concerned for me. "Where's my mattress?" I asked. "You can sleep here in the bed. I'm doing my homework anyway, and later I'll pull out the mattress for myself," she replied, removing the tray from the bed and motioning for me to sit down. She noti