Chapter 8

Jasper arrived at seven the following evening.  I’d fretted over having sex with him over the course of the day to such an extent that Megan finally could take no more.  So, after helping me bathe and prepare myself as if it was my wedding night, she slipped a sedative into my chamomile tea and left me languidly lying, naked, between the sheets.

I heard her confessing her actions to Jasper on the opposite side of the closed door of my bedroom.  He didn’t sound pleased as he entered the room. 

Megan came over to the bed and pulled the covers from my body to expose me.

“Are you going to make me say the same thing to you that I have to pound into her head on a regular basis?” she impatiently asked. “This is a body.  It is not the real her.  Grant it, having sex with this body is bound to give you pleasure, but it’s still just a body and it’s still just sex.”

In my foggy state, I co