Chapter Eleven
Picture a summer of love spent in Penny’s bed? But imagine too, the barriers in place; some I kept secret from everyone, some Jessica and Gabe, and I managed perfectly well, and some Penny and I examined over coffee in the dining room framed by candlelight later that night. Sorting is difficult, some is hilarious, some painful and some unexpected. For painful, I spanked. Penny is the submissive, not me. And for unexpected I chose Robin Hood and Peckerwood.
I suppose the hilarity began before we even exited her bedroom. Penny wrapped her waist in the bath towel I had worn the first night of our lovemaking. “If you want answers, you’ll wear this.” Penny held up her flowered pink bathrobe.
“No way…” I challenged, yet my body flushed with warm curiosity.
Penny shrugged, pitc
