Harem Scare ‘em

He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs.

Oh, this again.

Donnie opened his eyes. He was on the bed, right back where he’d started.

The robe was gone.

Only a dream, he thought to himself with some relief.

From where he lay, he could see an enormous window, and  the sun setting over an astonishingly beautiful blue sea. The sunset was a dark and fiery red …

As was something else!

He rolled onto his back, gasping from the pain and onto a wet slimy patch in the middle of the bed.

‘Oh no,’ he exclaimed in disgust.

‘I am glad I satisfied you,’ said Panix from the other side of the room. ‘Now you must get dressed.’

Donnie looked up into Panix’s terribly scarred face. He wore a black patch over one eye, with an embroidered pyramid-encased eyeball. The letters B, S and D were beneath the all-seeing eye.

‘I think something blue tonight,’ Panix concluded.

* * *

The drive to the venue was largely uneventful.

Sure, there was what appeared to be a major protest being savagely put-down by black-clad BSD goons, but from Panix’s expression (as far as Donnie could make it out through the crisscross scars and skin grafts) all was well.