“Ah. DNA. But what about the sheets and towels?”
“On Sunday, you’re gonna drive a couple of towns over and find a Laundromat.”
“Oh, I get to do that?”
“Wouldn’t want you to feel underused.”
“Underused. Yes, well….” I stifled a laugh. “I appreciate that. Are they open on Sundays?”
“This one is, yeah. Now, as to the rest of the stuff, I brought it with us. We won’t need that until tomorrow, though. Tonight we’ll eat, take a shower, screw around, and get a good night’s sleep.”
“‘Screw around?’”
“Jesus, all the stuff I tell you, and that’s what you pick up on?” He turned his head to grin at me, and his eyes were bright with desire. “I always knew you had your priorities straight.”
* * * *
It was a pleasure watching my lover in action.
He went from window to window, making sure the al
