The Sunday Whirl

Joe woke up groggy, cursed the sunlight glaring into his eyeballs and checked the time on his watch. Suddenly aware of the woman beside him, her pale beauty triggered a response low in his body that similarly preceded last night’s scene. The night had been a lovely dream space, but the harsh morning light anchored his mind and stirred a passing thought of guilt. He stepped onto the floor slowly and carefully, pulled on his clothes and left.

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