Chapter 6: Chicago Detective Michael Branham
Time was creeping by in weird fits. When I woke again, I had no idea if I’d been asleep five minutes or five hours. It was still dark. The only light was the glow of the kerosene heater. I thought I still heard the wind howling outside, too.
It was surreal. I was lying half-awake in the stall of a stable. The blizzard was going full tilt outside. I was naked and cuddled up to a US Marshal. A very male US Marshal who I’d had a heavy petting makeout session with. He was still asleep in my arms, half wound around me. I’d shared a bed with a couple of cousins at my grandparents’ house growing up, passed out in the same bed with a buddy in college a few times. None of those times involved being naked or anything approximating s*x. I’m not particula
