Chapter 3

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The next morning, Keenan awoke to the sound of the shower. He stretched, turned over, and looked at Tucker’s empty bed. Keenan smiled sleepily, remembering the night before and his happiness that this man had come into his life. He looked at the clock on the table between the two beds. It was only seven-thirty, but to this farm boy, whose day for years had started much earlier with the milking of fifty or so Holsteins, it was like sleeping-in until noon.

The sound of the shower stopped. Keenan sat up on the edge of his bed, careful to tuck his ample morning wood into his boxers. He looked up as the bathroom door opened. A naked Tucker emerged, head lowered, and covered with a towel as he dried his hair.