I don’t know how long I sat there with Of Mice and Menon my lap and thought about my actions on the patio with Tacoma, touching him with my lips, wishing to do more with him, and creating forbidden passion with the young man. How could I slip like that and become reckless as his employer? How could I forgive myself of such a disgrace? How could I…
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I gazed at the closed door of the study. There was only one other person in the lake house besides me. There were no apparitions. Things never went bump in the day, or night. Obviously, Tacoma stood in the hallway, needing my attention, concerned about something.