Chapter Seven
The gnawing remembrance of the blonde and his brunette lover tormented Kate, especially in those half-awake moments where her mind would drift naturally into sadomasochistic dreams. Giving herself over to something so completely was a desire to dream on, though not one easily managed. Much easier to accomplish was a simple orgy of men. Perhaps without the sadomasochistic overtones, it would be possible to experience that giving bliss in the company of many. The notion teased her from the moment she discovered the club’s orgy room. She wished someone would start something so she could join in. And yet the pillows and mattresses, glowing iridescent in the black lights, had remained empty the weeks she and Sam spent there, except for a few brief times when couples screwed there
