Chapter 21

“Oh my God, Winston!” she shouted as she immediately jumped up from his embrace. “I have to go check on him.” The strap on her sleeping gown had slipped down, exposing the roundness of her breast.

He took his finger and pulled down the strap completely so that he had access to it fully and began gently kneading her nipple. “Surely you will not go in like that.”

“No, of course not,” she said gently while removing his hand. He chuckled again and then rolled out the bed. He knew that would be the last chuckle he would have for this day.

About twenty minutes later, they both were in the room, standing over the bed where Winston lay. Victoria had placed a cold, wet rag across his head. He was feverish, but he wasn’t nearly as warm as Saya had been.

Garrison took some kind of small vial and waved it under Winston’s nose, and the man immediately woke up. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. Garrison helped him in a semi-sitting position and not in a g