Only Fools Complain
Waking a Married Man
The wet rag on my face felt nice, although the feeling also told me that I was suffering from a high temperature. I was not one that usually got sick, but I remembered clearly those occasions where I could not force my body to act in the manner that I desired. The problem was that a few doses of something really disgusting usually had the fever break when I woke back up. The wet rag did feel good, but it was not the cure that I felt I needed.