Chapter 20
“How sore are you?” I asked Melanie in the car.
“It’s hard for me to think of anything but my cunt.”
“Would you like me to kiss it and make it all better?” I offered.
“Maybe after I take a shower or two. Listen, I’ve been thinking.”
“I know—about your cunt.” I said.
“Well, yes. But besides my p***y,” Melanie said, sounding more like herself. “Let me get showered and help you. Then we should talk.”
My wife turned the shower controls clockwise, and as the water warmed, she removed the few pieces of clothing she wore and dropped them into the trash. Her body showed the signs of the party. Her p***y looked puffy and so red the swollen flesh was purple. There were ligature marks on her neck, wrists, and ankles. Her p***y needed a shave, and c*m dripped to the floor as she move
