The fact was that Enrique was extraordinarily fastidious about matters of cleanliness and order, particularly cleanliness. As they spoke in bed that a...ternoon, Enrique explained to her that he was sometimes put out of sorts during his preferred method of finishing his lovemaking, which was to mount my wife from behind. ‘He always finishes that way,’ Zelia told me, ‘Always.’ As it happens, there were one or two occasions when an improper odor came to him while he was in the process of mounting. My mother opened her mouth to reply, but all that escaped her lips was the closed silence of one who has been suddenly and inextricably stricken dumb. I grinned in victory, my dart had scored a hit! But, as the moments ticked by, and her expression deepened, I gazed at her flushed, deer-in-the-headlights expression and grew silent. Long minutes passed, until her struggle on my behalf finally yielded a single tear from her glazed and misted eyes. Finally, ever her guardian angel, my father took. He steps gingerly around the pool of urine, crouching to grab a fistful of dark hair, lifting her head from the floor; her face is returning to its natural ivory coloring, perhaps a shade paler, her breathing wheezy and wet-sounding. "Starting without me, cunt? Unacceptable." He lets her head drop to the floor, watches it bounce, cuts the rope from her wrists, freeing her scraped labia and perineum. Her wrists retied securely behind her, he lets them drop as well.He rights the chair, setting it. ‘Sure. Why not?’ Rachel felt her stomach flutter as she continued to walk to the slow pace of the treadmill. Her finger tips tingled and she glanced around nervously to see if anyone was nearby. Looking back at Austin, she swallowed and flashed him and incredulous smile. ‘You’re crazy. No, look, maybe some other time. First off, there’s people all around the gym. Where would we-? Nevermind. And second, I’m, like, totally gross right now. I need a shower. I just ran for almost an hour.’ Austin.