CHAPTER TWO
After jerking himself throughout the entire weekend, it was no wonder Bob went to bed Sunday night with a bad case of "jerk-off fatigue."
He went to bed and dreamed: the room was spacious and richly furnished. The floor was covered with plush, thick carpeting.
He looked down and saw that his shoes were completely lost in the pile. The main color scheme was blue. Rich. Not too bright and not dark.
The way this f*****g, well really f*****g lighting was set up in the corners of the ceiling the room seemed to be filled with such a deep blue that the third wall looked a shade lighter than all the others.
It was the third wall that turned Bob on. Standing there taking on the appearance of a three-dimensional illusion was a seven or eight foot sculpture of highly polished bronze.
