The bed was soaking wet but not from the s****l encounter of earlier on. Jim suddenly sat bolt upright in the bed and instinctively reached for his neck, half expecting a noose still to be around it. "Jesus Christ Jim, that sure was some nightmare you were having, you were shouting out all sorts of obscenities, the bloody bed’s soaking wet, are you sure you haven’t….." Maria asked urgently.
Jim replied, "No, I ain’t wet the bloody bed, I just had this dream I was being hanged and my life was slowly slipping away. I guess I’d give a lot for a cigarette right now.“ Maria leaned over to turn on the bedside light and as she did Jim was brought back to reality by her perfume. "How about a cuppa, will tha
