Something else inside me was growing harder too. XXX Part 3
Deryk lay sleeping and recovering beside me, his naked body still blotched and scarred from his traumatic encounter. The wallet was old and worn, almost antique, with an embossed Celtic pattern around the edges of it. He was as near to “on heat” as you could imagine. I had no way of incapacitating him either. Deryk was gone, of course, and there was no sign of his clothes; his blue designer shorts, his nautical striped Diesel briefs and his “X”-Men T-shirt, the wallet, were all gone. I don’t know what name I expected to see but this one meant nothing to me and I puzzled over it. It was around midnight by my watch and there had been no sign of Deryk returning. After what must have been an hour or more, I began to feel cold and I slowly roused myself. I still had one leg awkwardly trapped inside
