Chapter Twenty-FourLate afternoon sunlight squeaks by the closed motel curtains, and the increased sound of highway traffic outside indicates rush hour has snuck up on us. The Shark and I spent the entire day hiding away from the rest of the world, shirking all responsibilities so we could focus solely on satisfying our private parts. What had started off as a rough-riding, s****l introduction, evolved into a n***d marathon of Olympic proportions and produced another dozen orgasms shared between us.
The room was violated in every way imaginable. From the bed, to the shower, to the bathroom sink, to the couch, and even the TV cabinet saw some sort of pornographic action. Our encounter was more rewarding than any dreamlike, cinematic sequence I could ever construct. It was unexpected, well-
