Japheth
Going up the stairs was slow, but I was telling the truth when I told Regina that my pain was under control. The sharp throbbing pain in my ankle and arm had receded to a dull ache. The soreness in the rest of my body had faded, only to be replaced by some aches and pains caused by sleeping on the couch. It helped that Regina went up before me, and I had her round, tantalizing ass going before me, like the carrot on a stick, urging me forward.
Once I reached the top of the stairs, it was a simple thing to hobble down the hallway to the master bedroom. “Do you want to shower first?” Regina asked innocently.
“Later,” I said, as I hopped my way up to the edge of the bed, and then pivoted so that I could sit on the edge of the mattress. Showering was a stupidly complicated task
