Klempner – Twenty-Six Years Ago
I wake with a monstrous erection.
Mitch is still sleeping, for which I am grateful. There’s no way she could miss my condition were she awake. As I try to roll out of bed, my humongous hard-on tangles in the sheets and I have to free myself…. carefully…. before I wrench something I would prefer to keep whole.
A cold shower diminishes my problem and I handle the rest by careful angling of my chair while I sit beside the bed waiting for her to wake. The magic scent of coffee drifting through the air deals with that and as her lids flutter open, I offer her a cup.
“Oh, lovely. Thank you.” She’s still half asleep, pushing back her hair as she sits up to take the drink. Sipping the coffee, she won’t meet my gaze, instead looking down whenever our eyes might m
