At 4:50, Stewart finally shuffled his papers into his briefcase, shook Sandy’s hand, and the excruciating meeting was adjourned. Stewart’s agenda was hand-written on a McDonald’s napkin.
Cross-training with the county park service on bat nest boxes.
Maybe he’ll be stretched across the bed, ready for me when I walk in.
The upcoming departmental holiday party.
Tanner showering, water down his broad chest, his belly button, lower…
The January board meeting: Stewart wanted visitor figures and public contact reports.
Tanner propped against the headboard, Sandy straddling his chest..
Sandy drove the speed limit through the park. A trio of foxes—a mother and two kits—trotted across the road in front of him, their umber coats gleaming. Sandy stopped at the ranger station up front, engine
