Chapter Five
Brian
I’m deep in dreams full of heavenly visions, incipient insanity, and terrible pain in my groin. Then at the bidding of a dim inner awareness I emerge from fantasy into reality. All three linger with me, the first as insistent memory, the second as persistent upset, and the last as utterly inescapable fact. Groaning with misery, I blink bleary eyes clear and peer at the clock.
Even though I didn’t get to bed until nearly three a.m., habit has awakened me reliably at nine-thirty. My parents will be gone and the maid busy by now. I have just enough time for a quick shower and breakfast before ascending to the lookout to peep at Mistress in the tub.
This thought makes me groan again.
Where I once bounced eagerly up every morning, looking forward to that sublime show w
