Chapter 33: Ana“Sh-lp, sh-lp, sh-lp. Sh-lp, sh-lp, sh-lp.”
“Nngh. Stop that, you stupid dog!” Ana groggily raised her hand to push Taco or whoever it was away from her face and felt fluff. “What the…” She opened one eye and there was Tipsy, Graciela’s mutt, tongue hanging out, stumpy tail wagging, ready to resume licking Ana’s nose as soon as Ana let go. “Ah, bah.”
A little more awake, she scratched the fuzzy mop behind the ears for a minute, then deposited Tipsy on the floor before rolling over toward her companion. Graciela was fast asleep, the blanket pulled up clear to her chin, soft puffs of air escaping her nostrils rhythmically, heat emanating from her nakedness. Remembering last night, Ana’s lips curled in a satisfied smile. She still had it. She had known that of course, but hey
