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The President s ClubChapter 8
The first rays of the sun peeked over the cabin, dulling the darkness with a muddy light. The stars winked out of sight behind the bluing sky. Karin lurched awake with a small cry. Her chin had settled on her sternum as she slept and the spittle from her mouth had run down between her breasts. The rivulet of moisture chilled her as it dried in the early morning mountain air. She went to wipe up the dribble off her chin, but her arms wouldn't move. The memory of the night before came rushing...