We both sat on the couch, naked, exhausted and both pleased with our own and each others performance, after about half an hour my mother proposed that...we go back up stairs as it was about 8:30 pm, we must have been fucking all day, I followed my mother upstairs, my gaze fixed to her ass cheeks as they swayed when she moved her legs.We returned to my mother’s room where we both lay on the bed chatting a little about girls and sex. My cock was hard again after the conversation was over, this. That’s when he went crazy and started beating me and the poor man who was sitting with me.”I sat with Feleena for another hour. During that hour, I told her about the way things were in my life right now, but how I still felt she should be part of it. It was a lot for a person with her ego to swallow, but to her credit, she didn’t dismiss the idea outright. When I left, she begged me to be careful and not to trust George Howard even a little bit. She was, as my Abuela use to say, “Predicando al. Just before I got in the shower I decided to have a glass of water, which turned out to be a very lucky idea. Next to the glass on my desk I noticed an envelope with “Morning Routine” written on the front. I panicked and hurried to open it up, there was a morning list I was unaware of and who knows how long this would take. I couldn’t be late to my punishment! Pulling out the letter I began to read “Every morning you are expected to be fully presentable by the time you buzz reception. This. They became colorless, odorless objects that didn’t mean anything to him anymore. They lost their shape and detail, as the once- exciting room fell within a wash of blandness, the pile of clothes at the foot of his bed like a modernist sculpture that refused to be moved. His room turned into a museum of vague and barely-identifiable objects that he had to maneuver around in order to get to the shower, and once under the spray, he struggled to cleanse and ready himself for the hike into.