Struggle For Control

“Mort?”s="ms="mso-spacerun: yes"> Alex had been calling his name for a few
minutes. “Mort, honey…come on, wake
up.”

Mort’s eyes opened
slowly. The light hurt him and
everything was blurred, but after a few moments, he could see…and he could
control his own body.

Thank God…

“Hey, sleepyhead, could
you untie me, please?”

Mort looked at Alex, her
hands were still tied to the bed. “Oh,
Alex…Christ, I’m sorry.” He quickly
untied her and pulled her into his arms.
He rocked her gently, which caused a bit of confusion.

“Mort, what’s the matter?”

“Are you O.K.?” he asked
quickly. “Did I…did I hurt you?”

Alex smiled.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “You wore me out…but you didn’t hurt
me.” She kissed him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “What got into you today?”

Not what – who.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I…I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” she
said, winking at him. “I had a good
time – just untie me before you fall asleep next time.”

He couldn’t let go of her
– he felt that he, well, his body at least, had defiled her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “You know how much I love you, right?”

“Of course I do.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She glanced at the clock.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “We need to go get Julia.”

“I need to get my
prescription – I forgot to call it in.”

“You missed a dose?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Mort nodded.yes"> “But you told me…Do you feel O.K.?”

“I’ve…I’m fine.”

I have to get him out…