Something is very wrong with me. I'm flushed and heavy in places I've never experienced an increase in weight. My breasts, my sex. They feel swollen and that sensation makes me restless. So restless as I follow Daniel up the stairs to his second-floor apartment. The sun is rising in Vegas and it's already a hundred degrees, my dress beginning to cling to my body everywhere, dew popping up in the valley of my cleavage.

Or maybe it's not the weather causing me to sweat. Maybe it's the purposeful ...