Chapter 41: Sinkhole
September 14, 20—
6:39 A.M.
I woke up in Matthew McDestin’s arms and his firm c**k jammed against my rear, proving that he had morning wood and needed to take a piss. Obviously he had found his way inside the Tudor by an open door or window. Or maybe he had stolen my house key when I wasn’t watching, made a copy, and returned the original key to me, having a spare to use at the Tudor whenever he felt necessary. Whatever the case was, I didn’t care, happy to feel his boner against my bottom. I rolled over on my side, faced him, kissed the man on his lips, watched him sleep, and decided to take a shower. Following the shower, I made a pot of coffee, drank two cups, worked a crossword puzzle at the kitchen table, and answered a text from Officer Jim Tanner, which said:
