Then there was a glass of beer in my hand. Why not? Of course, the beer instantly nullified the effects of my cold shower and next thing I knew, Garry was shaking my shoulder, waking me up and telling me to go ahead and take the guest bedroom and he would see me in the morning. I was too tired to think. I carried my beer glass to the kitchen sink and when I set it down, noticed a steak knife there on the counter. I slipped it into the pocket of this robe with some vague thought that if he got aggressive with me, I would pull it on him, let him know I was serious. I headed to the bedroom, wrapped in this big drag queen robe, climbed between the sheets and was instantly dead to the world.
I have no concept of how long I’d been asleep when my eyes popped open and I realized that Garry was in
