Chapter Nine
By Monday morning I’m so lamed up and sore that even moving about or sitting down is a severe challenge for me.
The Long Island Lolita’s Lesbian Club has been ecstatically at me all weekend. If I wasn’t thoroughly ‘broken in’ to my abhorrent new s*x life by the time Amelia finished with me late Friday night I certainly am now. Leaving the elevator I head toward my office at the slow, painfully dignified pace of a chronic hemorrhoid sufferer. The source of my pain is far more humiliating and debilitating. If ever I needed a day (or week) off, it’s now. Unfortunately, I’ve pushed old Sebastian to the limit already, and Amelia herself was absolutely adamant that I show up at work today ‘at least for a little while’.
There was something unsettling in her eyes and grin as she i
