I woke up slowly, sticky from the humidity and heat, my head hammering from too much alcohol, and my mouth as dry as the Sahara. I could hear voices nearby and pulled the pillow over my head to block out the vicious light.
"Looks like someone is waking up," I heard pronounced.
"I wonder if his owner is as well."
"Jill!" I heard my wife admonish our friend.
I realized I had a bad case of morning wood, and without a half-bottle of tequila in me, I wasn't the exhibitionist I had been the night before. I moved the pillow from over my head down to cover my waist, which got me soundly booed.
Sitting up and looking at the group I was entertaining, I was glad I was covered with the pillow. The view alone was almost enough to put me over the edge.
All three of the women were in the kitchen, a
