I was drifting in that hazy void between sleep and full wakefulness, the most deliciously precarious place where dreams could be steered like a ship under full sail. In that half-conscious state, my most outlandish s****l fantasies always bloomed brightest, and I often woke to find myself already soaked, thighs slick, and my heart still hammering from whatever filthy scene I had just directed. This morning the dream had barely begun when the sharp slam of the front door ripped me out of it. My brother. Yeah; my inconsiderate, loud, forever-underfoot flat mate had just left. Why I had ever agreed to share a flat with him remained a mystery I still cursed daily.
I was counting the weeks until my savings would stretch far enough for a place of my own. Until then, at least, I had the small co
