Chapter 57

• JUSTIN
• I let out a groan and drop my head back to the weight bench. There’s no way in hell this arrangement is going to work. I just can’t be around her. Plain and simple. I’ll just tell her that she needs to leave. Easy, right? I’ll be super nice about it so it doesn’t hurt her feelings, and I’ll tell her that it just isn’t working out. My ankle isn’t holding me back all that much anymore. It’s just a pain in the ass, but I can work around that.
• Once I’ve made up my mind, I grab my crutches and head for the shower. With my leg all wrapped up in plastic, I manage a hasty shower and a quick masturbation session. The memory of watching Savanna lick her own fingers clean is too vivid in my mind to not do anything about it, but my hand on my cock feels more mechanical than anything else. It’s just a means to a much-needed end, but I wouldn’t classify it as being enjoyable.