Word count : 100 exactly
Summary: Where were you when the pain started?
A/N-Bitten by plot bunny. May be expanded into longer fiction.
He told Stacy (and everyone else, including his attending) that he was golfing.
He was with Wilson.
Because the thing between them wouldn’t go away. Despite his love for Stacy. Despite Wilson’s second marriage, which had barely begun its inevitable descent into tedium.
When the pain started, his legs were over Wilson’s shoulders, a position that was barely comfortable and which he would never be able to assume again, but he didn’t know that yet.
When the screaming started, it could almost have been mistaken for the cries of pleasure that had come seconds before.
Everybody lies, especially about sex.