Chapter 9
Jacksonville, FL
Sunday
COMPARED TO MY brief but exciting trip to Atlanta, the rest of the week was rather boring. I did a couple of small and very routine jobs in between getting my house as clean as it had ever been in preparation for the party. The e-mailed invitations had instructed guests to bring towels and beverages if they wanted anything other than soda, beer, or wine. The first person to arrive was Jethro, who was three hours early, and the minute he opened his mouth, I understood why.
“Can we go upstairs for a bit?” he said when I met him at the door.
“Sure.”
To say that my buddy Jethro was horny and s*x-starved would be an understatement, and after an exhausting—but fun-filled—hour, I had to call a halt. “Jethro,” I said, “I’ve got to take a quick shower and get
