Post Op, Ergo Procter Op?
Eric is doing better, but has his experience unleashed an obsession?
Lily traced her finger down Eric’s vertical scar. It ran from just below his ribcage to just above where his pubic hair began, skirting around his navel as if it were a roundabout. Three months had passed since he’d had emergency surgery for a bowel obstruction and they were celebrating because, that day, he had regained his pre-operative weight again. “Mmmm…it’s so good to have you well again,” she said. Eric had fucked...