AfterChaninatraipreparedbreakfastinbed,theyspentalldayonsoftmattresses.
AsChaninsaid,thereisnothingwrong...Breakfastbythebed.Afterhandlingthefood,whathappenedlastnightcameback.Lanehadneverbeensotired,andhisbodywascompletelytired.Ineverexpectedthatamanwhowasneatinappearanceandafraidtostanduptootherswouldhavesuchgreatstrengththatifhedidn'topenhismouthtodissuadehim,hewouldkeeplickinghisbody.
Morethirstythanthebeast,andalmostdevouredhisbodyandsoul...
I'mnotsurewhothemonsteris,butIknowthatonlyAllencansleepintheafternoon.Chaninleanedoverandhuggedhisbrother'shickeybody.Heclosedhiseyelidsandglancedateachother,thenputhishandonhischeek,makinghimsleepy.
"DidIwakeupRango?"
"I'mnotasleep,I'mjustgroggy,"Lanereplied,withafierceexpressiononhisface."StopcallingmeLane,canI?"
ItstartedwhenIhuggedinthekitchen,andIshoutedallthetimewhenIhadsexinbed,andIdidn'trefuseanything,soIthoughtIcould.
"I'msorry,myLord."Butinsteadofarguing,heusedthesamepronountoaddresshim.