But how was that? How could I be violated when I was a willing, co-creating participant in the scheme? It never felt as if I had a choice in the way it all played out – but never once had I balked, complained, objected or denied any of my lovers the s****l thrills they were after. The night of that spontaneous orgy (and was it spontaneous at all?) had set in motion something that would completely alter the course of my life for five years.
It took just one brief conversation with my husband to conjure up the glass house. It seemed to appear out nowhere, as if there was some magical power at work. It had come to me so easily. Perhaps too easily.
But rather than it being a generous gift, a happy accident of circumstances, I began to wonder – had Damon been sitting inside my head for month
