Chapter Two
I’m not exactly sure what instigated my recent spate of s*x crimes—Sunny’s monologues on her awakening s****l submission, which I take for just another phase of her evolving life adventure; the night in the beach cottage with Steven and his dark flip side; or the anonymous cryptic note and what it fails to tell me—its sender and its purpose.
My impulsive behavior begins several days after the note arrived. I wonder if someone I know has learned the details of my past—the abduction, the terrorists, the training, the slavery—and thought it cute to throw it at me just to see how I’d react. Obviously, that someone would be deliberately trying to rattle me. Do I have enemies to fear? Has my documentary suddenly become so threatening to the rightwing establishment that they’re out
