"Mort?" Alex had been calling his name for a few minutes. "Mort, honey…come on, wake up."
Mort's eyes opened slowly. The light hurt him and everything was blurred, but after a few moments, he could see…and he could control his own body.
Thank God…
"Hey, sleepyhead, could you untie me, please?"
Mort looked at Alex, her hands were still tied to the bed. "Oh, Alex…Christ, I'm sorry." He quickly untied her and pulled her into his arms. He rocked her gently, which caused a bit of confusion.
"Mort, what's the matter?"
"Are you O.K.?" he asked quickly. "Did I…did I hurt you?"
Alex smiled. "You wore me out…but you didn't hurt me." She kissed him. "What got into you today?"
Not what – who. "I…I don't know. I'm sorry."
"No need to be sorry," she said, winking at him. "I had a good time – just untie me before you fall asleep next time."
He couldn't let go of her – he felt that he, well, his body at least, had defiled her. "You know how much I love you, right?"
"Of course I do." She glanced at the clock. "We need to go get Julia."
"I need to get my prescription – I forgot to call it in."
"You missed a dose?" Mort nodded. "But you told me…Do you feel O.K.?"
"I've…I'm fine."
I have to get him out…
