C18 TEMPTATIONS RIGHT AT THE DOOR

The memory was over. Eron was back in his camp. The coffee was now ready and served in his oversized tin cup. He shook the sugar at the bottom of it with his not-silver spoon, and he was about to have a sip of the very hot beverage.

His mind had been very active in the little time this morning that he had been ‘conscious’ so far, and after the massage that never happened