SEVEN
Oliver awoke with a debilitating headache. He pressed his hand to an aching head. Sunlight streamed into the bedroom from the unobstructed windows. The rays penetrated his head like an icepick into the deepest recess of his brain. He curled into the warmth of Cyllvia. She snored gently in the manner of a soft mewing. He began to trace his fingers upon her smooth back. She squirmed into his hand, leading him to continue swirling and caressing her. She slowly rolled onto her back, and Oliver continued touching the soft skin of her body. The sun illuminated Cyllvia’s breasts. The shape and the texture caused him to dispatch with a slowly building hunger for a needle in his arm. Instead, something more delicate overtook his senses. Cyllvia responded to his touch with a soft moa
