Chapter Ten
Starting the next morning my new routine is established. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say my existence continues its inexorable progression through ever more miserably degraded depths of hell, its steady descent punctuated by occasional precipitous plunges.
As hateful as I find being an around-the-clock internet spectacle, Amelia seems to relish her new life as a kind of reality TV porn star. Showing no self-consciousness at all she parades before the omnipresent cameras naked or wearing the most outrageous outfits. She even uses the toilet in front of them without any compunction, while I find this so horrifyingly demeaning it seems to take me forever to go. The way my gorgeous wife carelessly shares her incomparable nudity with the whole wide world just as she do
