Chapter Seven
I have four days with Robby, an extended weekend that I asked for the day after I’d been whipped by the stranger. This isn’t a spontaneous move, but something well thought out. If Robby wants to claim me again, we’ll have to find some common ground. And that will never happen with his screwing Chelsea, and my being the quarry of an anonymous assailant.
Arranging the time off, I wait long enough for the marks of the lash to heal. At the very least there should be no overt signs of my ravagement when I meet with my husband next. As the days go by, I’m initially anxious that I’ve been too optimistic for this healing. It takes over a week for the bruises to fade into an indistinguishable yellow. The rawness takes even longer to die away. While that happens I enjoy the l
