25
CONNOR
“You will be weak for some time to come,” the doctor told me. “Everyday activities will be restricted—forbidden, in some instances.”
I looked at Lynne, then at the doctor again. “What about s*x?” I wanted to know.
The doctor shook his head. “Too strenuous.”
Not what I wanted to hear. “Suppose I promise to skip the kinky stuff?” Lynne slapped my shoulder lightly.
The doctor regarded me with mild amusement.
“For how long?” I asked.
“A month, perhaps longer,” the doctor answered. “It will depend upon the progress of your recovery.”
“A month?”
“I’ll see that he plays by the rules, Doctor,” Lynne assured him. “He won’t be doing anything he’s not supposed to do.” She gave me that look. “Anything.”
After the doctor left the room, I turned to Lynne. “A month or longer?” I let
