Pucked: Pucked Over Part 42

"I'm here. I should go, though. It's late. I have to teach yoga first thing in the morning."

"You sure you don't want to tell me about that dream you were having?"

That gets a half-hearted laugh. "You're impossible. You should lock your door. 'Night, Miller."

My phone dies before I can answer her. I don't have a charger handy, and I'm too tired to put clothes back on and look for one. Instead I shut my eyes and picture Sunny in her bikini-that's the least amount of clothing I've seen her in-and grab onto my kinda-hard d.i.c.k. I don't have enough coordination, brain power, or energy to keep the image in my head and rub one out, so I just hold my handle in one hand and my dead phone in the other.

Then I pa.s.s the f.u.c.k out.

end.