Beside the bed was a large mirrored wardrobe and I studied its reflection: the young, slim blonde lying on her side and the vigorous young man behind her. The disgusting raddled body I had had was gone, as were the planes and valleys of drugs and hard living that had been etched on my face. I supposed Horse-Face's drugs had done that: cleansing me mentally and physically. Now I looked no older than the young woman I was going to fuck.

"Are you ready, Amy?" I asked.

"Do it." She lifted one leg to give better access to her oozing slit.

I placed the head of my cock against her...