Time to Protect EarthChapter 3
I awoke, with a splitting headache. The price for drinking too much Tequila, I guess. I wasn’t alone. I found Sandy, still clothed, but nestled under my arm in bed. Bruce was gone. He probably got up at daybreak, and headed off to work. Without a single effect, I sourly mused. I’m not much of a morning person. And I’m not much of a fun guy, when I’ve got a hangover or a headache. I turned, and tried to gently pull my arm out from under Sandy’s head, without waking her. The bed was a...