Chapter 49

He wakes with a start, surprised to find he’s fallen asleep on the sofa. The half-empty carton once full of ice cream now leaks a brown, soupy mess into his lap. Quickly he sits up, sets the ice cream aside, and starts to brush ineffectively at the damp spots staining the front of his jeans. With detached amusement, he realizes it looks like he’s come in his sleep. There’s a hollow ache deep in his groin, sympathy pains, a lingering Ghost from Christmas Past that tugs at his balls and almost makes him wish he’d let Jake visit. At least then he wouldn’t be dozing in front of the TV…