Chapter Twenty-Four
Sally drove Chap home and escorted him directly to the bedroom. On the way, Chap looked longingly at the whisky bottle on the lounge room sideboard.
“You don’t need that,” Sally admonished. “You need sleep. Besides, you shouldn’t mix alcohol with painkillers.”
He leaned against her and clumsily attempted to nibble at her ear. “Would you like to know what I really need?”
Sally smiled. “You only think you need that. You are still suffering from shock.” She pushed him gently onto the edge of the bed and removed his damp shoes and socks, followed by the rest of his clothes.
Soon, he was n***d between the sheets and he heard himself mumble something about how her n***d body next to his would surely hasten his recovery. He thought he heard her laugh and then he was aslee
