And how did I react?
Forget Chrissy and the three explosions her hand had coaxed from my “baby d**k”.
I was as hard as I recall being in my life.
In that respect I was –and still remain- very much a man. Numb and beaten I may have been, but the usual male s**t was still in place. Top of the world or down in the pits, we remain susceptible to those traits in a woman guaranteed to ring our own individual bells.
“Make yourself comfortable and we’ll have a chat,” she invited me in a semi-normal voice. The fact that not a few minutes before she’d slapped and kicked me before insisting I lower my head and kiss both of her feet, not seeming to register with her. Acting, in fact, as if she were proposing a cuddle up on the sofa and a chat about our respective days:
“How was yours, baby?”
“Sa
