“As for me, I am already the happiest and most blessed Goddess in the entire universe. See that you keep me that way forever. Now, come along my poor defeated toilet-slut. We’ve still got a long day and night – and wonderfully exciting life – ahead!”
Eyes twinkling, cheeks dimpling, unbearably beautiful Amelia takes my cuffed hands and draws me upright. As she does so a dismal realization breaks through my shock.
I find I’m flabbergasted not so much by these appalling revelations as by the fact that I still can’t help pathetically loving my inconceivably devious wife in spite of them. Surely this is the most humiliating indictment of my perversity and inferiority of all. As I climb out of the tub after Goddess Amelia I hang my head and sob uncontrollably over what I’ve let become of me
