He’s asleep before his head hits the pillow.
“Sam . . . Sam. Are you awake yet?”
Sam is dreaming of being waist deep in a warm bath. It’s like he’s been transported back to Roman times and he’s found himself immersed in a Roman bath with a half dozen gorgeous naked women tending to his every need. He’s never felt so wonderful in his life. The women run their wet, soapy hands all over his body and he just lies back and enjoys it.
When Sam opens his eyes, he finds Cindy using a wet washcloth to clean him while he’s still lying on the mattress.
“You awake, Sam?” she asks. “Your eyes are half-mast.”
He notices that, except for his fingertip which has been bandaged, he’s entirely naked. Cindy has a small bucket of soapy water by her side. Occasionally, she dips the washcloth into it then c
