Chapter 21

And after the selfies, craving each other, unable to keep our sexual appetites under control, we stripped out of our clothes, began to kiss, and made love for a second time that day. For the next ninety minutes, we were sweaty and sticky and spent, similar to what lovers do on lazy Sunday afternoons. 23: Return to Templeton

Patrick and I showered a second time together, dressed, paid a late fee to the inn for our delayed time spent in Room 311, and climbed inside Patrick’s Dakota, heading back to Templeton. Conventional topics were detailed on the ride: favorite bookstores in Templeton, Sontimore Beach and its sexy summertime lifeguards, which we both enjoyed, and Gary Rosetti, my masseuse.

“You have a personal masseuse?” he asked, driving with one hand, keeping his gaze on Bower Hilton Road, and looking as handsome as ever with his red beard and glinting eyes.