Chapter 25The next morning, when Joe awoke, it took him a while to figure out exactly where he was. Slowly, he came around, drifting out of a deep slumber like a sailboat coasting from a lagoon. He rolled back and forth where he lay, nudging aside blankets and sheets and clutching at a pillow. Gradually, his mind floated into focus, filtering into clarity like a kaleidoscope. Dimly, he perceived that he was on a bed, not a blanket on the floor of Rocky's apartment. He was on a bed, and there were sheets and a pillow...and someone else.
Suddenly, a hand touched his back, making him flinch in surprise. It was a soft hand, the hand of a woman, and it was familiar...very familiar. " 'Morning, sport," whispered a voice. "Sleep well?"
Shelly! It was Shelly! "Oh, yeah," mumbled Joe in
