Chapter Sixteen
Summertime meant fog and an endless string of gray days in the city. I longed for more sunshine, tropical air, even the humid languid heat of a Midwest summer. I missed the sweet pungent smells of the ripe earth when summer flagrantly flourishes; that kind of rich atmosphere would have been another fuel to ignite my lusts.
But I’d exchanged that sort of summer for the city; and that meant the damp fog that shrouded the tall buildings and the short ones and my apartment with its flat gray reality. That also meant my continued opportunity for s*x at the hands of the club.
As the days went by I realized how much of a spell the intruder in the night had wound around my life. Like the other times when an act of a member’s fancy was especially distinctive, I couldn’t let this
