One Touch  Her warm kisses scorched across his skin…her soft
flesh pressed so close he could feel every inch of her…her
golden hair was damp and draped around her beautiful face…she
smelled like lavender…her hair was everywhere…tangled around
both of them…her lips…  "Trudy." Adrian Monk cried out, lurching
straight up in his bed. He let out several deep gasps, looking
around the room in confusion. His heart was still beating wildly
and his body felt slightly damp with perspiration.  Adrian
slowly sank back into his pillow, realizing his whereabouts and
that he had just awakened from a particularly intense dream. He
moved his arm out to pull his wife towards him; to take her
gentle, sleeping form and bring her close. He certainly wouldn't
bother her while she was sleeping, of course, but just having
the warmth of her body near him would be enough to subside the
intense need for physical closeness that the dream had awakened.
His arm swept across Trudy's side of the bed, but only an empty
coldness was there to