A Trip to the BeachThe following morning, I woke up in a tangle of damp sheets. As I extricated my thighs, I felt a smear of cool stickiness, and a slow realisation came over me. A wet dream. I hadn't had a wet dream since I was eighteen. Wet dreams ended for me once I was happily having it away with Jackie.
A wet dream.
The horror of the occurrence permeated my being. Had my loneliness and frustration sunk to these depths?
Filled with self-disgust, I yanked the sheets off the bed and put them in the wash. In the shower, I soaped the sticky mess off me. The stiffness of my shoulders and thighs and calves became apparent as I dried off. It occurred to me I should have stretched those muscles after my workout. Luis hadn't mentioned stretching, probably because he considered the need self-
