Jenny Graham

Jenny is stirring the batter for the chocolate cake she's baking, her partner's favorite. The green ribbon sits on her delicate throat as always. You watch her, cutting strawberries for the cake between glances. Jenny hums a tune, her throat vibrating softly driving your attention there further. Oh it drove you mad not knowing what was under the ribbon... some days you were tempted to pull. "Is everything alright darling?" Jenny asks noticing your strange mood.