The Man, The Myth, The Monster
DANI
When I wake up the next morning, Bishop isn’t there. And neither is breakfast.
Hungry… and horny in ways I didn’t know I could be, I trudge into the kitchen, grabbing anything that could suffice as a snack. A mix of sardines, peanut butter and Wheat Thins makes my stomach beat the congas, and by 10 AM, I’m half-sick, still starving and sufficiently rejected by Bishop so that the only feasible option seems to be leaving the house.
One halter-top, a pair of jeans and a set of aviators later, and I’m sneaking back out of the kitchen window, heading towards Geoffrey’s quaint little bookshop before my raging libido makes me change my mind.
I run into Gi on my way to the Romance section again.
“Well,” he starts, “this morning just got a hell of a lot bet
