He felt the breeze against his prick again and felt a twist of shame that didn’t quite kill his lust.
He forced himself to look away and found a fish flopping on the raft’s warped wood inches away.
The smell of the thing hit him as he faced it, making his gut clench. Its mouth gulped air, its gills hung in loose flaps. Pondweed hung from the empty sockets where its little fishy eyes should have been. Most of its flesh was gone, and Lester saw a knot of blackened, slimy guts behind exposed ribs.
It flopped again, landing a few inches closer to him.
Lester slapped it back into the water with a cry of disgust.
His bitten finger throbbed with fresh pain, and he brought it up to his face, resisting the urge to stick it in his mouth and suck away the pain.
The finger had gone a light sh
