Chapter 92

• ALEX
• Waking up the next morning was like waking up after a night out drinking (not that I had many of those, but I’ve had a few in my time) and remembering the regrettable things you did the night before. I had that feeling as I opened my eyes blearily and reached for my alarm clock. I’d only had a couple of rum and ginger ales by the time Mary-Beth had come into the kitchen, but I guess they’d loosened me up a little, especially as I hardly drank these days.
• Images flashed inside my head – her eyes, her breasts, her… oh, my God, her delicious wet pussy, and slipping my fingers inside her and then… We’d gotten interrupted. That had been a wrench, but it was probably for the best. No, it was definitely for the best.