The early summer weather was perfect for a visit to Luke’s cabin. His place was on a freshwater lake only a short drive from St. Margaret’s Bay. The air was still and silence surrounded us, except for red squirrels, birds, amphibians, and other unidentified sounds. The drive was almost an hour from the city, but the area was sparse with humanity.
Luke’s cabin was basic. There was an outhouse behind the place and a wood stove for heating and cooking. Heating wasn’t an issue at this time of year. They had installed electricity a few years prior, but we still preferred to use kerosene lamps. I’d been contemplating things for a while since Stan’s funeral. I liked being around Luke. We spent more time at his place than mine, but that was pure logistics. He was loud when in throes of orgasm and
