[i'm not sure if this bit's too revealing. I'm tempted to cut it, actually]

Saturday morning Chris woke up to the sounds of his third alarm. He'd had to dig his spare alarm clock out of the closet the past week. Chris had been having a hell of a time waking up ever since the divorce was final. Two or three days a week for the past month, he'd wake up feeling like he hadn't slept.

When his dreams had just been dreams it was bad enough, but now they were full-blown hallucinations. Or fantasies. He wasn't sure which. Either way he was changing his sheets nearly daily. He'd even tried beating off before bed Friday, but it hadn't helped. Neither had the images of Joe doing things to him that'd sprung to mind unbidden. Well, they'd helped him get off. Twice.

Last night was the worst of the lot. He could almost taste Joe, almost smell him. He could definitely remember the feeling of slipping inside and