Blue HandChapter 4
In the middle of a magnificent dream where a beautiful buxom maiden was bathing his naked body in a tub with a washrag, fetid cat breath jerked him awake. “Damn cat,” Porter muttered as he tried to push the growing cat away. Kanji kept licking whatever exposed part of his body was closest. She was already too big for him to push her away easily. “I’ll take my own baths, thank you very much,” he said as he sat up on a lumpy mattress that Zeb called the guest bed. Porter tromped out to relieve...