Chapter Seven
First Paula cried. A s*x addict was what she was. Had she not always been an object of s****l exploitation? Paula arose. Paula staggered into the bathroom, soaked Johnny’s odor and orgasmic fluid from her body in a hot tub of water, and slipped into the bathrobe she discarded after George took the kids to Lila’s. Too tired to hurry, she struggled down the stairs to the first floor and snatched a Coke from the fridge. She collapsed on the blue recliner by the window and stared into distant space. Paula imagined Will and Wayne now played Lego’s with Doris Nichols in Lila’s guest room. She was thankful George had collected the children, was thankful Roy had not come home and glad Johnny had gone an hour earlier. Paula imagined her embarrassment at school when Johnny passed in t
