Chapter 4: Virgin No More
And so I awake: erect once again with that fabled ‘morning wood’. Moaning in a now entirely familiar mix of need and denial, I squirm around on the couch, rubbing off on the rough cushions and making it all so much worse. But, at last, I regain control and struggle upright. I hit the downstairs bathroom, skipping the shower this time. I was well and thoroughly bathed last night. Then I head for the kitchen.
This time my dish contains cut-up chunks of leftover chicken breast, more crackers and cheese, and a neatly peeled and sectioned navel orange. The other bowl is half full of apple juice.
My new owner is taking good care of me. I empty the bowls; and then, almost against my will, I find myself compelled to mount the stairs and return to the master bedroom. Th
