“If you don’t stop laughing—” Anna brays like a donkey with her next bout of laughter, as though my demand for her to quit mocking me right now is only fueling her hysterics. “Y-y-you’re walking funny a-a-after fucking like a champion during a three-day sex-a-thon, and you expect me to resist having a commentary?” Anna asks me through her guffaws, quite literally rolling on the ground, as she zaps from place to place in front of my uneven strides.
