Chapter 11
As Isobel was being beaten and r***d by her husband, Adam stood n***d in front of the mirrored wardrobe in his bedroom, appraising the scars the surgeon’s scalpel had left behind. It was his first decent shower since the operation, had lasted nearly half an hour, and was as hot as he could stand it to be.
Not too bad, and most of that b****y superglue has come off at last.
Only a large blob of the surgeon’s glue remained in his navel, which he now picked at.
My abs aren’t looking too bad, almost as good as they had before the op. Isobel will like that.
Happy about that and more importantly, happy about Isobel’s imminent visit that evening, he put on a bathrobe.
He had teased her a few weeks before. Telling her about how he had answered the door n***d, thinking it was Isobe
