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I don’t know when it was exactly, but in the aftermath of Brian’s death something happened in the middle of the night that hadn’t happened in years. I woke up with a raging erection. It was so powerful that my p***s felt as if it might be radioactive. I actually pulled up the covers and tried to see it, convinced that it must be glowing in the dark. Glowing it was not. But it was certainly red hot, like a poker in a coal fire.
It may have been that the effect of exercising power over life and death acted as an aphrodisiac on me. Whatever it was, I welcomed it.
I briefly toyed with the idea of waking up Sandra and inviting her to sate my newly found appetite, but immediately dismissed the idea. The prospects of her agreeing to s*x were limited at the best of times. And three in the mo
