Part 3: Paws for Thought
Chapter 1
What was the time? Chantelle squinted at the alarm clock but her eyes refused to focus. Still dark, so it must be early. Something woke her. Might be the amount she drank the night before or the fact she ached in many ways, some of them good, some bad. Hard to distinguish where her body parts ended and Bobby and Sam’s began. The tangle meant she’d spent several hours of lying in bed. She ached from tight muscles, and a crook neck.
Tongue running over her teeth decided her: she needed a drink and to pee. Untangling herself from the two men proved more difficult than she expected, so a few minutes passed before she stumbled to the bathroom. After relieving herself, she flushed, washed her hands, and grabbed a face cloth. Wetting it first, she ran it over
