“Reggie!”
He laughed. “You’re such an easy target.”
He stood up, the bag in his hand, the video tape in mine.
“You won’t get very far if you don’t follow through,” he said, nodding at the tape.
“Probably not.”
I remained fixed in the same spot, as he walked to the door, gave me a nod and left me alone. Reggie was as much a mystery to me as he’d ever been. My body ached. My ass cheeks were sore, and my rear channel spasmed with pain and pleasure. I was, perhaps, as relinquished as I’d ever been, but I couldn’t think of that right now. The video tape was too clear a reminder of what was missing in my life.
