Chapter Sixty Two
Mandal woke from her coma alone. It was raining again and as she lay immobile with the black sheets sweetly tucked under her chin, her blue eyes simply stared straight up and out at the black clouds and the rain battering Mal’s sky lights.
A little disorientated, she allowed her already calm mind to calm even further.
Finally waking, she turned her head this way and that way and seeing neither Mal, nor Oba, she tightened her abs and sat up in bed, supported by her elbows.
“OOOOOWE.”
She groaned in ache, as she, feeling every muscle in her body as well as her insides sore, flopped her blond head back to the pillow.
Slowly, she moved her fingers to her stomach and mound, pressed several times with her fingers, wincing in delightful pain as she did.
“Owe…Ooooeh…Geeze…
