"Honey, are you feeling unwell?"
Christine was caught off guard by Ethan's voice.
She was being fucked so hard by Adrian that her eyes rolled back, her head weakly falling backward. Her slender neck squeezed out a desperate, panicked explanation, "No, no, I'm not... it's not that..."
The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then asked, "...What's wrong? You don't sound happy."
After two months of treatment, Ethan's condition had improved significantly. He could stay awake for about nine hours a day, even read books and chat with Christine and Rebecca. Although he still needed a ventilator, everything was moving in a positive direction.
Tonight, Rebecca had called Christine, and Ethan was lying beside her, listening. Christine's hurried, brief responses might fool her mother-in-law, but not her partner who spent every day and night with her.
