At least there was one good thing about being railed by these two without mercy. I could focus exclusively on the pain and not the real reason I tasted different. They continued to stare and ponder for a while longer. I was going to hate it, but I needed a shower. Every movement lit a fire of pain curling through my body, but I forced myself forward and slipped out of bed wincing with every step. I spun the knob to hot and waited for the steam to build before I stepped on the shower. My sore and battered body relaxed under the hot spray. The mate bond only held...