Chapter 41

Again, Mr. Friday and I are alone on the deck. I feel the poet squeeze my hand. He says, “I thought Binky was going to fuck you right here.”

“He’s an animal and needs to be caged.”

“Perhaps,” Mr. Friday chuckles. “He’s actually quite harmless.”

“Yuck,” I say, displeased with Binky’s fingers touching my chin.

Mr. Friday changes the topic and asks, “Shall we find a dune and do the deed?”

He’s not kidding, of course. Mr. Friday is a ball of sexual energy lately. A day hasn’t passed in the last two weeks that we haven’t accomplished the deed. In truth, I like him this way, feisty and devilish, horny and so boy-like. It’s actually a turn-on for me. I’m certainly not going to complain about his need for sex. Mr. Friday is an animal in bed, a handful and very adventurous. His stamina is super-charged and capable of exhausting me. I like to have sex with him and rarely decline his proposals.