* * * EPILOGUE

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up. There was a warm body beside me, almost curled against me. The breasts rose and fell on my ribs, the nipples rolling. And she felt good, whoever she was. So I slid my fingers down her back and grasped her tight buttocks.

Hardly stirring at all, Courtney groaned, "No. I'm so fucking sore..."

"Did I hurt you?" My erection, freshly sprung, wilted with guilt.

"You always hurt me," she said. "You're always rough with me. That's how you fuck me."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"No you're not."

I noticed that she hadn't pulled away from me,...