CHAPTER TWELVE
That gray gloom of depression followed Janna through seven hours of slumber until a chirping blue-jay scolded from a pine bough outside the cabin window where a fugitive blast of sunlight immerse the wood panneled room with the joy of a new day.
Janna rolled over in her sleep, groaning as a pounding throb like that of a relentless disco beat hammered above her right eye. Acidly, her stomach gurgled and threatened retribution for last night's excesses. A rumpled mass of honey hair entangled with dried sperm and knotted from dominating fingers lifted off the pillow slip before flopping back in a grunt.
"I feel like I'm going to die," she mumbled, rousing Josh. "God, I've never felt so awful in my life!" From her curled under toes to her hairline, Janna was one mass of rotte
