Perry awoke late in the-afternoon with a start, troubled by some dream the details of which he forgot the moment he regained full consciousness. The first thing he realized was that he was uncomfortable lying there in bed: the sheets were wrinkled and, soiled with dried come and smears of K-Y from the hot fuck session he’d had the night before, and his head hurt as the inevitable result of. drinking too heavily in a gay bar called The Harness before making the pickup. Christ, Perry thought dazedly, my mouth feels like half the guys in Manhattan came in it last night — instead of just one!