Chapter Thirty
Karl dreamed he was sitting on the toilet in the house he grew up in. He had to take the most enormous s**t of his entire life. Yet no matter how much he pushed and strained it just… wouldn’t… come! Crazed with desperation he sobbed hard and the sob woke him up.
It was the damn vibrator of course. Even dead it was an agony to contain and no wonder: it must be eighteen hours since it was slid into him. Nor was that his only misery. His back and buttocks hurt from being in the wheelchair so long and inside the condom he was burned and whipped raw and inflamed from hours of jerking. Still, being in physical pain was such a constant these days that Karl managed to look past it all as soon as he perceived two things. Doreen was still asleep and the roar of wind and rain was gon
