Blake rubbed his body, threw off his covers and stretched, tightening every muscle as he reached for the headboard. He pushed his hips upward, getting a little exercise. He was hard all over. He got the feeling again.
His radio played jazz. He had turned the volume down when he went to bed. Sexy music, he thought as the sun broke into the room through a thin opening in the drapes and he squinted. He glanced at his wristwatch. Hm. Ten. Hoped it was later. Feel great though. Ready for bear. He fondled the hair on his belly and his pelvis, enjoying his aroused feelings and moaned, at the interruption, as his telephone buzzed. 
“Oh, no.”
He rolled over and picked it up as he pressed his body, his stomach and hips hard into the mattress. He enjoyed being naked in bed.
“Hello?”
“Blake. . . ? This is Carlton. . . I’m in trouble.”
“What? Did you get a bad review in the morning papers about your performance last night? Or was the unpleasant review about your dancing?” He laughed, slapped his belly, turned on his side, and faced the wide window. The curtains billowed slowly, puffed by the small opening in the raised window. He admired himself as he looked down the front of his body past his belly and pelvis to his toes; he wiggled them.
“Blake, don’t!”
“Shoot.” Blake said. 
Carlton trembled. He voice sounded unsteady. 
Blake repeatedly pressed his body into the hard mattress.
“They say I’ve killed a man.”
“What?” Blake screamed and raised himself up on one elbow. He moaned, feeling a crick in his back.“ What are you talking about, Carlton? In the last few hours? Who’s they, Carlton?” 
He scrambled to the edge of the bed, sat straight, and spread his legs. He examined his body, touching himself in different places. “Who, Carlton?”
“The cops. Who else?” He ran his hands over his chest and stomach. “The cops say you killed a man, huh?” Blake pressed his fingers against his neck. My ticker is going a mile a minute. Gee! He held the telephone closer to his ear. “ I would have thought Val--”
“Well, she might as well have accused me, too.”
“What does that mean? Where are you, buddy?”
“In my library.”
“Are the cops there with you?”
“No. They’re in the diningroom with Val. They said I could make a call to my lawyer.”
“What’s going on? If it’s you against Val and the cops, I’m not surprised. Is it?” 
The line was silent.
“Why did you call me?” 
Carlton didn’t reply. 
“I’m sorry, Carlton. I just don’t understand what is going--”
“You’re not alone, but I’m scared Blake. I have no recollection of most of last night. Do you?”
“Of course I do. I remember the entire evening. At least I think I remember most of what happened. While I was in the ballroom, anyway.”
“That’s good. I may need your memory.”
“Carlton. Tell me! What did Val say either to you or the cops?”
“She’s still talking. I wish she’d shut up. She’s like a raging river. Bullet mouth as they say.”
Blake didn’t want to laugh. But Carlton made comments that were comical even when the situation was tragic. He replaced laughter with a cough. “She’s probably constructing her own alibi; making sure she’s in the clear. Anything she says about you, Carlton, is hearsay. You should know that. You’re a lawyer, Carlton, tell her to shut up. And, remember, Carlton, I’m a physician, not a lawyer.”
“What did you say, Blake? I can’t think straight. I wonder if they’re listening to me talk to you? I bet they are.”
“Forget it. Don’t get paranoid. Hang tough. I’ll be right over. Give me ten minutes, OK?” He rubbed himself between his legs.
“Hurry, Blake.”
“I’ll hurry,” he said feeling and enjoying his manhood. I’ll hurry as fast as I can.”
He cradled the phone, sat for a minute trying to understand the reality, felt his heart beat in his shoulders, concluded he didn’t have time for fun and games, and finally jumped up, ran into his bathroom, turned the shower on full force and showered as fast as he knew how. Other enjoyments would have to wait. Poor Carlton. Accused of murder! Sounds bazaar. Unreal!
He scrubbed briskly under his arms and armpits as the his body glistened with sheets of warm water cascading to the shower floor and into the drain.