Chapter Five
The Awakening
I awoke sore and somewhat confused.
Normally, I wore both a nightgown and panties; I regained consciousness with neither.
Normally, The Reverend would have “left for work” before I arose; but he was watching me, quite closely, as I attempted to pull myself free of the spider webs of sleep, as I tried to remember—and then, perhaps, quickly tried to forget—the previous day.
Normally, my body felt . . . mine; not at all the way I felt as I tried to bring myself fully awake on this particular day.
There were pains and there were aches; there was confusion and there were blank patches; parts of me—intimate and private parts—hurt!
And disturbingly—deliciously!—so.
The Reverend gave me—a modicum of—time, watching me as, perhaps, a snake might watch a mouse: lang
