CHAPTER TEN
CARLOTTA CORTEZ, NUDE as usual, woke me about nine Monday morning. The ex-doctor looked fresh and energetic. Me, I was hung over like I'd never been before.
Also tired out.
Two days and nights of nonstop s*x take it out of a man-but evidently put it into a girl. At least Carlotta looked radiant; and I knew for a fact she'd been balling with the rest all weekend. In fact if memory served, we'd balled a couple of times together.
Women!
Who said they were the weaker s*x?
“Time to rise and shine,” said Carlotta briskly, while I tried to focus my bloodshot eyes. “I'm to take you on a tour of the island today. Let you see the rehearsals and trials now in progress.”
Rehearsals. A polite way of saying they chopped up people for practice to see how the spectacle would photograph.
