Chapter Ten
Morning
I woke, disoriented, as the sun rose. Carmen’s very large bed, her very large bedroom’s deliberate centerpiece, was raised two steps. I hadn’t seen it in daylight before. The walls were glass with a balcony outside and trees strategically placed to allow lovely views of the canyon while obscuring the view from any of the houses on the other side. My body was almost paralyzed; sore from working out with Carmen’s weights, wrestling for the first time in 15 years against a strong, skilled opponent, and from getting f****d and edged for what must’ve been two hours, including up my ass. I felt incapable of movement, much less getting up. Carmen was in my arms and I was in hers, something that had seldom happened since first sleeping with my ex-wife -- someone always seemed
