Chapter 1455 Battle Of Lust:>>7
- Dale stared at the envelope on his desk. It was a big one; a big yellow manila envelope without a return address but he knew well enough where it came from. He lifted his face out of his hands and sighed. From his office window he could see the city, the hazy mid-morning of a cold Chicago day. He pulled his arm back in a slow, wide arc and tried to stretch it as best he could.
- His body was still sore. After he'd tumbled out that window he'd had to tear off and around his own house, pull on the ratty robe that was stuffed in the hamper on top of the washer in the garage and tell his wife, who had stumbled out of bed thinking she'd heard strange sounds from Katie's room. He allayed her suspicions and told her he'd been chasing some big animal that had been snooping around their yard—and he might have hurt himself doing it. That last part wasn't a lie.
- Only once his wife had groggily tromped back upstairs did the pain kick in and Dale realized he'd fractured his ankle. He found out later at the hospital that he'd also cracked two ribs, fucked up a rotator cuff and sprained his elbow and seriously bruised his hip, possibly to the bone. His saving graces were in the pile of garbage he'd been meaning to carry out to the curb (for the last week) and the extreme spontaneity of his defenestration. Had he time to think about what he was doing, Dale likely would have seized up and snapped himself in half. Instead he was just coming off the best orgasm he'd received in ten years and flying wasn't too far from his general mindset.