Tannr wakes slowly after dreaming, the thousandth or maybe it was the millionth time of Thora. If he didnt open his eyes he could still feel her soft skin, round curves, feel her sweet breath on his cheek. Only this time the sounds in the dream are so real, like someone is actually...
Oh damn! It isnt the dream..
Tannr sits straight up on the couch and listens. A very faint moan comes from the vicinity of the bedroom. A sigh, some whispers, has Tannr standing and heading for the door.
A run, now would be a good time for a run...
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