Chapter 19
The shower felt good after all this time, even though the steel cage was still locked on my shrunken c**k. Clothes had been put out for me. A women’s green golf shirt with darts for a bra and chino pants—they seriously weren’t my style, but I wasn’t about to wear the suit smelling like the jail and my sweat ever again.
The yeasty smell of freshly baked bread hit me as soon as I opened the door. My key still worked, and I walked into a house that didn’t feel like mine anymore. Melanie met me there, dressed like the happy homemaker herself. She was carrying a tray of bread fresh from the oven.
“Hi, honey. Welcome home. You’re just in time for breakfast,” my wife wore a familiar blue skirt that hung low on her hips. There was a gap above her skirt and below her tee-shirt. My wif
