Chapter Nine
Milking
I woke up with a start, sweating. I felt a pair of hands around my shoulder.
“Hey, John!” Angie whispered softly. “Are you OK? You were talking in your sleep!”
“Jesus!” I said, wiping my face. “I don’t know what the hell I was dreaming about, but it scared the crap out of me!”
“I couldn’t make out anything you were saying – you were just muttering to yourself.”
“Phew!” I said, slipping out of bed. “God, I’m drenched. Is it OK if I grab a shower?”
“Go ahead,” she said, still sounding worried. “I’m just going to pop out onto the balcony.”
“Oh, not for a cigarette!” I groaned. “Angie, you’ve been doing so well!”
“Just one! It’s this thing with you and the girls!” she said, angrily. “I’m all wound up, and I always feel like one in the morning anyway!”
I moved tow
