Chapter 7
Karla was feeling pretty well, considering ... Considering Tony's shoulder had been giving him a bit of trouble during the course of their previous evening fucking program. Considering, MaryAnn-for some goddamn reason known only to MaryAnn-had locked herself in her room and had refused to come out even for supper.
Karla had originally come into the bathroom to take her usual morning pee; but, since Tony had still been sawing logs, Karla decided she would shower now, being all nice and fresh for what Tony might have in mind to start off the morning. She dropped her robe off her body, noticing that her belly, thighs, and pussy were coated with a crusting of last night's passion. Tony seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of creamy white stuff.
Karla turned on the water, stepped in, and washed up quickly, not lingering anywhere with soap-slicked fingers, lest she get suddenly carried away and do the work Tony's cock could do so much better.
She turned off the water, left the stall, and dried quickly. Although the cabin caught a good deal of the early morning light, the night before had been cool enough so that the chill still lingered. And, Karla was quick to cover herself once again with her robe after she was dry.
Karla then checked herself out in the mirror, deciding a small amount of lip gloss was just what she needed; that, and a few brush strokes through her lush, brown hair.
Satisfied finally, Karla headed back to the bedroom.
And, Karla knew the minute she took one look at Tony's wide-eyed expression that something was wrong.
"Tony?"
"I can't fucking move my right arm," Tony said, his voice betraying the fact that he hadn't quite accepted the reality himself. "I honest-to-God can't move it."
"Maybe it's just a little stiff," Karla suggested, walking over to the bed. She reached for Tony's right arm and lifted it for him.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesssssssssus!" Tony grunted, his face going red with the pain that shot suddenly through his shoulder.
"Do you think you broke it when you did your fancy show-off dive yesterday?" Karla asked, wondering why this had to happen now. She had really been looking forward to celebrating the new day by having her guts filled with a new deluge of Tony's wet-wild cream.
"I don't know what in the hell is wrong with it," Tony said. "I was using it last night."
"You and your need to play Tarzan," Karla said, shaking her head as if she would never really understand the male animal's need to put on occasional butch displays.
"Maybe it'll get better if I can just get up and get around," Tony suggested, coming to a sitting position after much difficulty and considerable help from Karla.
"Yea, and then again, maybe you won't," Karla said, accepting the fact that her stud-at least for the moment-was out of commission. "Now, just where did you see that doctor's shingle hanging? Denning Creek?"