Jim’s Reviews > A Swell-Looking Babe > Status Update

He had dreamed about her. Now waking to the sweaty southern night, he found both arms clasped around his pillow, the cloth wet with saliva where his mouth had pressed against it, and he flung it away from him with a mixture of disgust and disappointment. Some babe, he thought drowsily, his hand moving from bed lamp to alarm clock to cigarettes. A dream boat–and that's the way he'd better leave her.