chapter 17

and my left hip is acting up a little. I also feel like my left arm might be sore tomorrow, the flogger be

damned. I usually complain that my weird working schedule keeps us from playing more often, but I

think that would likely end with one or both of us in dire need of physical therapy before long. And

I'm only twenty-four, I have no idea how I'll survive doing this when I'm forty. Maybe I should have

gone for orthopedic surgery instead of trauma after all.

I feel my mood lifting slightly as the vibe of the club draws me in. The beat of the music is calling to

me, slowly chasing away the bad thoughts with the allure of rhythm and dancing. Even though she has

a history of clumsy accidents, Bella loves to dance, and who am I to deny her the chance to wriggle

her ass against my crotch for extended amounts of time? We even went to a salsa dancing course this

summer, a rather funny and very rewarding experience, although our instructors were less than

amused by our constant qui