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“So you're telling me that all I have to do is go to sleep?” Crispin asked.
He sat on the bed, stripped down to a tank top and jeans. His biceps were modest, and he had a nice set of pecs. It wasn't a bad look, let's just put it that way.
“That's exactly it,” I said.
Crispin pointed at the perch post next to the bed. “What's with this?”
“Trade secret,” I said.
Crispin sighed and lay on the bed, adjusting the pillow. He couldn't get comfortable and kept shifting.
“If we have to tuck you in, it's extra,” I said.
“I'm a big boy,” Crispin said. “I can get comfortable, but…would you guys mind giving me some privacy?”
“Couple of things first,” I said. “Now that we've got a deal, you need to tell us what you're dreaming about.”
“I keep having the same dream,” Crispin said. “I'm drivin
