Chapter Six
I woke up to the sounds of seagulls fighting overhead. It took a few seconds to open my eyes. The sun was already out. My forehead was burnt; the skin was tight and tender. I had a blinding headache. I looked at Benji staring up at me, threw a shoe at him and looked around. I was still in the courtyard. My stomach churned so I jumped up and made it to the trees at the edge of the courtyard just in time to vomit up the contents of my stomach. It all came back to me; Hank smiling and closing the door, the panties in my palm, the ejaculation against the wall, the thrill of being diminished. I wanted to leave but couldn’t remember how to get out or where I put my keys. I saw movement in the kitchen, so I took a deep breath, braced myself and entered.
“Morning mate”, Hank said. He
