Chapter Fifty
Saturday was the strangest, most sweet-sad day Karl could imagine.
With that first, most gut-wrenching bout of mutual weeping out of the way, he and Doreen did well maintaining their composure. Each was determined to enjoy this last day together, and not waste it on melodrama they could just as easily indulge later alone. Doreen in particular remained lighthearted as she removed makeup and nail polish and all other trace of ‘Karla’ from her always delightfully obliging young lover.
In the shower afterward she had him take her standing up from behind, her cheek and breasts squashed against the steamy pebbled glass of the door. She even helped him fit it into the tighter passage, and encouraged him to batter her as hard as she’d ever done him.
Later they just lay naked on
