Sex, Straight Up
Since the summer he turned eleven, Daniel O'Sullivan woke up every morning the same way. With an aching hard-on. After he was married, the first light of dawn became his favorite time. He'd roll over, impatient hands searching for his wife. After making love to her, he'd shower, shave, and together they'd take the subway to work. What more could any guy want?But then one September morning seven years ago, bright sunlight mocking in the sky, that all exploded, along with two airliners, two buildings and two thousand, seven hundred and forty people—one of whom was his wife.
Gone.
For the next five years he rolled over to look for her, impatient hands searching blindly, and she wasn't there. And so the hard-on stayed.
The morning wake-up call evolved, the change coming so gradually that initially he didn't notice it. In those beginning moments of wakefulness, when his brain was more than half-unconscious, he stopped looking for his wife, impatient hands no longer reaching for someone who wasn't there.
Gone.
Daniel was starting to forget.
Now, if this was any of a thousand other people in the world, maybe that'd be okay. But Daniel wasn't wired that ... read full excerpt from Sex, Straight Up ebook
