Chapter Twelve
At Last, Watching Her
Brad was a cuckold now.
That was the first thing he thought, fuzzily and confusedly, once his mind began to separate the crazy things he had been dreaming from the truth he was actually living. That strange underground maze through which the cringing boy had shuffled in his guilty, priapic nakedness— That torch-lit labyrinth as twisting as the convolutions of the human brain, and just as shadowed— That hidden subterranean temple around whose every rough-hewn turn gleamed another incarnation of his gleaming white wife, smirking devilishly as she gave herself to faceless, sweating strangers in shameless perversions that could not help but profoundly humiliate, and yet also secretly thrill somewhere deep within, the most devoted husband— Why, it was all
