Chapter 9

I heard the shower start in the other room and Major humming. It wasn’t “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.” If I wasn’t mistaken, it was a Christmas song, the grating one about all the bells—bells this, bells that.

“Doofus.” I clicked through some more pics of Six Feet Into Feet, some close-ups of his alleged size 14?, and some wider shots of his whole body. “What have we here?” In the next one in the series, the camera was aimed right up between his legs, straight at his hole. “Damn!” I shuddered. It was a beautiful ass, all hairy and round, a beautiful pucker, all tight and pink.

My hand was down my pants. “How did that happen?” I wondered.