Chapter 34

The image became burned in my brain. It was the definition of pleasure.

That scene defined the night for me. It was one of selfless pleasure giving but also total self-indulgence. We kept going, a sweaty mess of limbs and body parts flailing away to the next sexual high. I also came in Kat’s mouth. I came in Jess’s pussy and ass. I came in Rita’s ass. At some point, I woke up in a jumbled tangle of our bodies. We must have passed out. There was a lot of cocaine missing. The Champagne was long gone.

I got up, and the Houston haze was missing that Sunday morning. The day greeted me with nothing but pure, blue sky. I put on coffee. As I sat looking out the back window at the pool and budding day, I heard feet approach behind me. I turned around, and there was Rita, still nude, without makeup, and her hair disheveled. She smiled and walked straight to the coffee table.

"Is this really your favorite thing to watch?" she asked as she picked up a straw.