Robert found his home shockingly tranquil, and that was an alleviation, since he would have rather not seen or addressed anyone. He went directly to his room, got bare and got in his bed. He was depleted, yet his psyche was humming with energy. He had at long last gotten laid. What a rush, he thought, and began replaying it in his mind.

It had been inconceivable. Unconstrained, hazardous sex was astounding. Sex with Angel Rea was perfect, however they normally needed to plan it, pick a period and a spot, then set up the pace. Early that day, he hadn't arranged it, expected it or even envisioned it might...