Maru jumped back. “What is that?”
“That is my…my…” Sartin didn’t know the word. He pointed to Maru’s crotch.
“Your cock?”
“Cock?” Sartin enunciated the hard c sounds in the word.
“Yes. Although penis is a nicer word,” Maru said.
“Peenus,” Sartin repeated.
Maru’s fright calmed Sartin’s hormones and his penis retreated into his body. Maru scooted away. Except comments about the moon or the breeze, or to point out dolphins in the distance, Maru didn’t saymuch to Sartin for the rest of the night.
19
Sartin woke and found Samsel beginning to make his downward journey across the night sky. A slight breeze rustled the palm trees near where the two men slept as waves slapped the beach lightly in the dark night. Sartin climbed out of his pool and pulled himself to the water’s edge. The cool water calmed his anxiety.