He rode a palomino horse, trotting, his legs bouncing a little in the saddle, being jostled, the horse snorted beneath him and trotted faster, its mane moved in the breeze...
Steven woke. The mattress was bouncing. Disoriented, Steven wondered if it was an earthquake, but no, that didn’t seem possible in Florida. For one quick flash, he thought that maybe Conrad was jerking off and he reached over to flip on the bedside lamp.
Conrad was convulsing.
His big body shuddered and twitched, legs jerking beneath the sheets like eels. His mouth was slicked with spittle and gave little half-grunting wheezes.
“Oh, Jesus, this is bad.” Steven thrust one hand against Conrad’s neck and was shocked to feel how hot the other man was.
This was real trouble. How high did a fever have to be to cause
