The next morning bright and early, Paul was out and about going to work. He showed up at the warehouse before anyone else got there and was sitting on an extra pillow because he was very sore thanks to William and his vigorous lovemaking. Roy came by to check on Paul, make sure he was okay before going to the office. "Perfect, wonderful. I'm doing great," Paul smiled.
It had been about an hour that they were all working when Paul had to get up to go get something. About two strides into his walk, the pain hit his vent and it was major—he had forgotten all about what happened and his vent was pulsing.
One of the other guys looked at him walking, or trying to walk. "Paul, is everything all right?"
