By the time I get out of the shower, Faylinn is asleep on the bed. As much as I want to bury my c**k in her, remind myself that I'm home and everything is fine . . . I think Medic might be more right than I'm willing to admit. I left the hospital in such a rush that I didn't really discuss what might happen when the pain meds wore off. I lay in bed with Fay for as long as possible until the shakes and headache start. Now, I'm trying to quietly find something in this damn house to take the edge off. How the f**k my wife doesn't have a single bottle of booze in here is a f*****g mystery to me.
"Seriously, Fay? Not even a f*****g joint? Nothin'?" I grumble to myself as I head upstairs and into our private bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I open the closet and start shuffling around
