Outside, the rain pours in the streets. The street lamps barely keep everything lit.

Inside, Kayla thrashes around, under the covers. It's a mystery how Dylan, sleeping in the same bed as her, stays asleep. But then, he's probably just in defense mode. She can sure kick and punch hard...even harder, when she's asleep...

Thunder claps. She breaches from the bedding, like a whale, and lands hard, mostly nude, atop Dylan. He's hard to wake. That might not last the whole night.

More thunder claps. She yelps like a dog. She rolls over, lifts her head, and swings her long red hair around. She does all this while asleep.

Next to her, Dylan still slumbers. He doesn't know how she tolerates her...

The thunder claps again. She bays like a hound.

Somehow, her asleep self finds Dylan, beneath her. She mounts him, and fucks him.

As his head keeps bumping against the headboard, Dylan wakes. He sees, and feels, Kayla atop him. It feels great. Alas, he can't tell what she means by it.

"I," he stammers, "don't recall ordering this..."

She slaps him in the face, and bays louder. She keeps fucking him. Below, the bedframe creaks. Dylan sure hopes it can tolerate her...

"We shouldn't do this. I gotta get up tomorrow..."

Like a machine gun of slaps, Kayla treats his face. He may even contract some scars from this...

"Kayla," Dylan warns her, "I can't afford to make you pregnant!"

With that, Kayla stops. She grabs the sheets, covers herself, and scurries out, leaving Dylan alone, and naked, on a bare bed.

He could've kept her from taking the covers...but there's no chivalry in that. But then, it's not like Kayla DESERVES chivalry... Still, he can't do that to her. So, he rolls over, shivers, and hopes morning comes a little earlier than usual...as much as he'd rather sleep in paradise...