As you regain your senses and realize your position, I lay my head back, allowing you your chance to seek revenge on my ferocity. I release your hands... knowing what awaits me. You take full advantage of opportunity by hoisting yourself up and riding me, reverse cowgirl. Lifting and slamming your yourself down again onto my stomach in what feels like keeping time with my heartbeat. I let you continue in this fashion for some time before stopping you and returning on favor by thrusting upwards. Slipping from you, you spill a wetness that spreads a huge damp pool beneath you. Sighing, you drift off to sleep without intending to.Awaking an hour later in a cold wet puddle, you are covered with the afghan from the couch. A single tea candle floats languidly in a glass bowl half-full of water. In front of the bowl, you glimpse a note and jump off your bed. Wincing at the pain, you cross the room."You have a birthday party to get to, my darling, little whore," It reads. "And here are your. I liked the thought of being alone with her again. Perhaps…? Aloud I said, ‘Ha! You remembered I love Chinese food. That would be great. The duplex is on Lee Boulevard. Number 1224. Would you make it five, rather than four-thirty. It will give me a chance to shower and change before you get there. Okay?’ I wanted to be clean and fresh. Okay, nothing was going to happen, but I’d feel better if I didn’t stink. ‘Five o’clock it is. I’ll see you then. ‘Bye.’ Alison stood to leave and I stood, too.. The experience was proving to be extremely taxing on mypsyche. I tucked my hair behind my ears and looked back at myreflection. I was trapped in the body of my wife. It felt like acarrot was dangling just out of my reach. I had a slight tan line frommy tube top I wore yesterday. The curves of the tan line curving aroundmy breasts were unsettling. I looked up at the mirror and shook my hairback and forth. I felt the swish of the shoulder length hair tickle myneck and back. I moved closer.