Chapter 17

In the afterglow of their remarkable meal, they both dozed off. At three, Dean stirred and willed himself up off the sofa. He checked the thermometer outside the living room window.

“Holy shit!” he said to Marco, who was just opening his eyes. “It’s ninety-five degrees out! I didn’t think it ever got quite that hot here.”

“Are you sure the thermometer isn’t just in the sun?” asked a groggy Marco.

“No, it’s in the shade.”

“Then let’s stay in for the rest of the afternoon. Do you suppose there’s anything decent on the TV?”

“Maybe your buddy has some pornos around that we could watch?”

“I’ve got a better idea,” smiled Marco. “How about live porno?” He pulled Dean close to him, giving him a peck on the cheek and rubbing his hand across his chest.

“You Italians never quit, do you?”

“Damn straight. And I hope I never do.” 3