Spinelli flung the covers back on his bed and climbed between the crisp cool sheets. They felt good against his weary skin. He pulled the covers up around his neck and rolled onto his left side. He lay there staring at the backside of the door leading to the hallway. Spinelli wondered if Shannon was asleep, he speculated about what she wore when she slept, and he fantasized about what they would be doing if she were in his bed right now. He visualized her naked, her soft smooth silky white skin touching his. He imagined cupping her small round breasts in his hands and teasing her n*****s with his thumb and forefinger, and then perhaps his mouth, he grew hot and hard at the thought. He envisioned entering her, knowing she would be soft as velvet. His fantasy felt so vivid he actually felt h
