Sam and Tarin got out of bed and took a shower, jacking each other off again. Just after one tine they went to bed, Sam wrapped in Tarin’s arms. At one-thirty, Midnight came in the front door which, as all the doors on Sarran had been programmed to let the cats come and go as they please.
::You’re finished.::
Sam and Tarin laughed out loud. ::Yes, we’re done.::
::Good. Tigger said I’m too young to listen.:: 6
To simply wake up every morning a better person
than when I went to bed.
—Sidney Poitier
Soarer’s Nest, Vineleaf Village: 9:15 tines
Sam woke up the next dawntine to the smell of fresh coffee with Midnight on his head. ::We thought you’d never get up. It’s after nine.::
::Don’t be a scold, Midnight. Sam had a big day yesterday and he was worn out. I have your coffee, my fox, and a new coffeepot that can make coffee neither you nor I can screw up. I dropped one off at the gatehouse an hour ago.::
::Why did you go there?:: Sam was almost pouting.