​     After he peed, Winston stopped by the open-to-everybody suite to pour himself more broove...

     only to find Abby already there.

     From both of them, in unison, as if they'd rehearsed it: "Oops!"

     They made half-hearted attempts to hide their private parts. Abby gave up first. Her hands were only so big, and she had a lot of body to hide.

     "I'll avert my glance," Winston said.

     "I think I'm past all that, but I don't know."

     "I'll avert my glance, anyway. Are you done?"

​     "Yes." Abby stepped away from the keg. "Please." Her mug full, Winston figured she'd dash from the room, but, instead, she stayed. She snatched a quick, although comprehensive, look at his gray-haired body, his long, slim penis.

     As he filled his mug, Winston said, "Quite a deal, huh?"

     "I'll say."

     "Where's Ward?"

     "He went on ahead."

​     "How do you feel about that?"

     Abby shrugged. She went to take a sip of broove, but the sip turned into a gulp once the mug reached her lips. "He told me he loved me but that he had to go to the grotto. I understand, and pretty soon I imagine I'll be going down there myself, but there's another part of me that's angry and resentful about this whole mess. Alison?"

     Winston's turn to shrug.

     "She had a hard time keeping her eyes off Xerxes," he said.

     "You poor dear."

​     "That's wasted on me. There's not a single molecule in me that feels jealous or anything like that."

     "I am, and Ward hasn't even been with anyone else...yet."

     "I'm happy Alison's happy."

     "Are you sure you're Winston?"

     "From which direction are you coming with that question?"

     "I'm not sure I ever woke up from that dream I had last night."

     "Have you ever had a dream that's lasted this long or that's been this detailed?"

     "Are you Winston, or are you a dream of how Winston would be if he'd never been afflicted?"

     "Exactly the sorts of questions I've been asking myself all along, and the answer I keep coming up with, improbably enough, is that all of this, at least on some level, is real."

CONTINUE

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