Chapter 5

“Yeah. Sure. Of course.” He sounds panicked, like I’ve upended his whole night. “I’ll get you a bottle from the kitchen.”

Before he dashes away to fetch me a bottle of water, I selfishly do an eye-drill of his naked body. I’ve never seen anyone so beautifully handsome in my life. Jobe is a Herculean god: broad and plated chest; rippled stomach and a dented navel; V-patch of dark hair canopying a cut and veined dick that looks approximately seven inches and somewhat hard; hanging, hairy balls between thighs that are made of bronze.

He knowsI’m checking him out, but he doesn’t question me; at least not at this very minute. Some things need to ferment before handling. Rather, off he goes to fetch water: naked and dashing away to possibly save my life.

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