It was late evening when Xaloc woke up again. But this was not like those short busts of unconsciousness he had when they were making love. As he tried to roll over he soon discovered his lower back too, was in a state of unbelievable dysfunction.
A faint blush appeared on his cheeks but he forced it away and banished the thoughts of last night, especially the thought that his cries were enough to reach the end of the camp.
He was pleased that the twins were far away because his voice reached pitches he had no idea was capable for him, and Jamal. He turned to look at the innocent-looking man, this damnable bastard had just stood there and continued as Xaloc made a mess of himself.
