Chapter Twenty
Although they made love more exhaustively than ever and weren’t in bed until nearly three-thirty, Karl was awake again early – nearly an hour before their usual rising. His shoulders were killing him, and his folded-back limbs were cramped and numb. That was merely typical. It was his skin that refused to let him sleep.
His forehead, face and neck, chest and belly, the insides of his arms and legs but especially his genitals all flamed with the agony of the worst sunburn of his life. It felt like an entire Girl Scout troop could toast marshmallows over the fire in his flesh. Yet that was barely the half of it. All that seared-dry-and-tight epidermis was also nubbled everywhere with little inflamed weals, some clustered all over each other. Surely running into the hundreds,
