Chapter Four
Eat more Fortune Cookies
He drifted up through layers of sleep with a beautiful erection.
Jack reached down and held himself. Wonderful. The velvety skin so firm, straining. He tried to re-build the fragments of his dream; her image suddenly solidifying behind his eyes, so real; not a dream, gosh; more like a premonition. Jack sat up in bed and struggled with her image. The ache in his p***s subsiding as semen puddled onto his sheets.
He saw the water, sparkling behind her, like sunlight reflected in shards of glass. Her long hair drifting like a raven's wings about her high, cherub cheeks, the narrow chin and tiny lips. And most of all, the slant of those dark eyes.
She took a step toward him and he realized she was bare. All the innocents of a young girl: the tiny, thin
