RoomersChapter 8
The bay window was calling me and I stood there with the first beer of the day and tried to think. Hell, my brain was hardly functioning. Chrissie had left late Sunday and I'd fallen into bed, slept like a dam' log for fourteen hours straight. I guess I only woke up because I was close to incontinence. That dealt with, I decided to hit the gym, think about Candice a little, ponder the idea of having two friends with privileges at the same time again. Sorta thing that can go both ways, and I...