Chapter 23: Jock
Sunday afternoon. November 18. It’s just a few days before Thanksgiving. I hide from Ben in a straight bar on Tully Street. Here, sitting at the bar with a bottle of Budweiser, I watch Jory Sole on a seventy-two inch LG flat-screen, battling the Boston Bears on their turf. The score is 14 to 3, Vipers in the lead. Every time I see Jory on the screen my c**k bounces between my legs. Every time he throws the football to one of his handsome teammates, my heartbeat races, anticipating a score.
Here, I force myself not to think about my affair with Ben. I refuse not to jam my mind with the way he finds me in my bed at night, seducing me. I do not want to recall how he holds me in his arms until dawn and lightly snores against the back of my neck. I deter any feelings that I m
