“Some father you are!”
A woman’s voice hit me like a gut punch, jerking me into wakefulness with my heart in my throat. I opened my eyes to find myself propped up on a heap of pillows in an unfamiliar bed in a room I didn’t immediately recognize.
Where the f**k was I?
I glanced around to get my bearings while I struggled to catch my breath and realized that the more urgent question was:
Why the f**k was I n***d?
I reached for a blanket to cover myself only to discover that my left wrist was handcuffed to one of the bedposts. From this, I could infer that something had either gone very wrong or very right the night before, but it still didn’t answer either of my other two questions. Jerking my arm against the restraint I made an effort to sit up but the minute I moved, something tigh
