ELENA TORRES
Sarah did not think so, though.
In fact, her thoughts were headed in a different direction as she watched me rinse my mouth and spit it into the ceramic bowl.
“Elena?” I heard her query.
“Uh huh,” I answered, wiping my face with a towel before turning to look at her and the questionable look on her face. There was nothing good about it.
“When last did you throw up?”
I opened my mouth to answer and then realised that I had not felt the urge to vomit in years. Not even when I was drunk for the first time ever, nor when I saw Joe gratefully take another man's semen up his rectum—I mean no offense to gay people, and those of them who are big fans of this, but this was my man, my husband to be, my rock, and king letting himself be dominated and gulping another man's semen u
