Chapter 27: Internally Shaken
Glock Ranch
Main House
Bedroom
8:22 P.M.
He led me from the studio, through the barnyard, and into the house. I recall now that the evening was hot and humid; sweat poured from me, and probably from him. He escorted me through that sticky June twilight to the house, then upstairs to our bedroom. Where we immediately lost every hint of grace and dignity, pulling off each other’s clothes in a sloppy hurry. We kissed longingly, as if we hadn’t seen each other in a very long time, the way lovers of our different sort felt. Our hands fumbled over each other’s bodies, our lust intense and rising. We gasped for air, swept up in our blissful moment.
Honestly, it was good to be home. I had missed the room’s wide windows and fine-smelling wood. The room was signif
