CHAPTER 86
Shelley and Clarice had given up and gone to bed.
Mandy was yawning and the couch was starting to look good.
Jeff shut down the computer and rubbed his eyes. His feet were killing him. He needed more drugs, twenty-four hours uninterrupted sleep, a quiet day with a good beer and a bad movie, and nothing out of the ordinary.
Mandy slid a hand along the back of his neck and every hair on the nape of his neck prickled as if it had just been electro-shocked. She shifted into his lap and kissed him.
Not a schoolgirl kiss. Not a tasting, testing, tentative kiss.
A straight-on smacker that had his head spinning in seconds. He slid a hand into her hair, still thick and soft, better than he’d remembered.
The real thing was always better.
Some infinite time later, some time when
