Chapter TenI wake with a start and jackknife into a sitting position.
The dark outlines of my room calm my breathing, but my heart rate is still through the roof. Also, I’m still as horny as a rhinoceros in heat.
I reach into my night dresser for Copperfield (my nickname for a Hitachi magic wand “massager”), but growing anger stops me from utilizing my trusty friend.
It’s bad enough I haven’t gotten vision dreams when I’ve needed them, but now I’m having wet dreams instead?
Or was it a vision?
Just as importantly, who was that in my dream?
Nero again?
The voice didn’t sound like my boss’s distinctive deep growl, but then again, who knows how it would sound in a dream?
Flushing, I put Copperfield away.
There’s no way I’m going there with Nero’s image in my mind.
I look at the cloc
