Rory lay awake. The lights were off in the room but some light from the streetlamps peeked through the thin and ill-fitting drapes. He hoped he wouldn’t have to lie there for hours before sleep claimed him. He had a lot on his mind. It still made him angry that Zane’s teacher had said and done what she had. While some of Rory’s teachers hadn’t been as good as maybe they should have been, none had behaved as meanly and unprofessionally as Mrs. Mountford had. The more Rory thought about it, the more he was convinced Zane’s low self-confidence and lack of belief in his own worth was because of that woman! God, if he got his hands on her he’d…
“Relax,” Zane said sleepily. “You’re all stiff. And not in the fun places.”
Rory laughed and felt himself relax. This was helped by Zane’ rubbing slow
