BREAKFAST IN BED<br />
by Bitter<br />
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&quot;Hooooneyyy...&quot;<br />
John's voice gently<br />
roused Sandra from an immensely comfortable sleep into a very mildly<br />
peevish wakefulness. None of her fuzzy and muted ire went toward her<br />
husband himself; she could never really be angry at him for<br />
anything. Under any other circumstances the sound of his voice would<br />
have been a sweet caress for her ears. But the fact of the matter was<br />
that she was currently in bed, face down, naked and between<br />
delightfully cool sheets o