Ellis
It took three rounds in the shower before I finally felt clean. I had finally washed away every trace of Cecelia’s flowery stench. I had Becky come in to change the sheets and wash all the bedding.
And yet I still felt soiled.
I had no idea what had come over me in the night. Was it possible that Cecelia’s heat had come on and completely overwhelmed my senses? I vaguely remembered feeling a little drunk when I left the table, but after that everything was a blur. I don’t even remember the s*x, which was both alarming and a relief. Maybe my brain had blocked it out to save me from the unpleasant memories.
Whatever. I hoped to hell my little soldiers had found the mark, because there would be no repeat performance.
I found Becky putting new pillow shams on the pillows w
