Chapter 31

They got up from their bench, threw their towels over their shoulders, and actually walked out of the room holding hands and making puppy dog eyes at each other. Fuck… fuck… fuck. How much more of this was he going to have to take?

His hand had been on autopilot while all of this happened, and his orgasm took him by surprise.

Shit. The fuckers. Were they playing games with him? he wondered. Okay, he thought, it’s time to bring this to a head once and for all. He went to shower and change, running various scenarios and plans through his head.

WE SHOWERED, CHANGED, and left the Y. In the car, I said, “Cool Moose?”

“I’m in a Derby House mood.”

“Works for me.”

Over breakfast, he said, “Any plans for the day?”

“None.”

“How does a walk on the beach sound? It’s a nice warm day, and there’s bound to be a lot of eye candy near the pier.”

“Let’s go.”