Chapter Eight
No more dreams troubled the night. When he next woke, Karl saw that daylight had arrived. Automatic polarization cut down the amount of sun glaring through the skylight, but it was still bright enough to see easily. His shoulder ached fiercely from lying immobile on his side for so long. Nevertheless Karl remained silent, unwilling to disturb the wondrous lady still nestled against him. He still had no real idea what the day (and year) ahead might hold for him. For the moment though this was paradise, sore shoulder and all.
The bed was just as comfortable as when he got into it, and Doreen as warm and solid and real as when she had. He could feel the pressure of her breasts still, the silk of her nightgown and the even silkier skin of her arms and legs. The side of his nec
