In The Dark of Night

I woke up this morning with a hickey on my right breast, about an inch, um, northeast, of my nipple. (From the viewer's perspective.)

That's the general region that ends up pointed toward Peeper when I'm lying down, she and I both let go of my breast, and gravity has its way with me.

I've no memory of anything untoward happening, so I can only assuming that she latched on unassisted in the night, and that's the best she could do.

I wonder how long it took her to figure it out and give up?

Long enough to leave a hickey, evidently.