Chapter 22There were no two raps at the door.
“Get out of the bed.”
Just Otousan and Jeremy standing next to him. “Tom Alan!” His father’s voice cracked like a whip.
“Papa!” Tom Alan snapped to full alertness. “Sensei…”
“Get dressed. You are late.” His voice was strained, maybe tired, definitely with an edge.
Tom Alan shook Milo awake.
“Huh?”
“You gotta go.”
“Already?” Milo was sleepy, dreamy, aroused, and uncovered.
“Mr. Fisher can do as he wishes. This concerns you.”
Milo looked to Nobuo Tsuchino then turned to Tom Alan. “I’m sorry.” He worked his way out from under the covers, doing his best to hide himself as he reached for his underpants and slipped them on. “Sorry, sir.” Tsuchino just glared. Milo turned one last time to Tom Alan, who he’d left partially exposed by tugging
