A Handful of DarknessChapter 3
Day 3 Mary Teresa Morrison woke up later than usual; she had gone to bed much later than usual, too, so her body had ignored its usual instinctive early-morning wake up call. She was lying face down with her breasts pressed against the soft bedding. As her eyes opened and focussed on the bedside radio alarm, she could see the numbers: 09:38, then she smiled as she remembered that she didn’t have to get out of the warm bed. It was then that she also remembered why it felt so different. She...