Chapter Forty Three
The Bond Strengthens
Shaving completed, I am well aware of orthostatic syncope, nature’s shortcoming in granting mankind the ability to walk upright but limiting hypoperfusion (blood flow to the brain) when too long held upright and motionless. So as the dishwasher cycles I engage Christy cerebrally to assure continuing consciousness. Not a difficult task, she’s infatuated with my breasts.
Stepping into the kitchen I grab an orange and cut a small slit. May as well work that tongue while the CB-6000 cleanses. In returning I must smile in noting her eyes stay glued to my every move, not only glad to know the thrice weekly gym workouts are effective but that Jim will find equal attraction.
So I stand, hold high my right hand and present the orange. Christy knows to t
