TEN
“Who the hell are you?”
“Good gravy, it’s a n***d man!”
“Maude, where’s the camera? I must get a picture of him. Here, you take a picture of me standing next to him. It’ll make quite the blog post, won’t it?”
“Hey, little boy. Daddy wants some of that sugar.”
“I don’t know who you people are, or why you’ve intruded upon my privacy, but I do not intend to allow you either to photograph me or to engage in acts of sugar. Go away, all of you, before I take my woman’s sword and—”
“Now then, now then, let’s be havin’ none of that.”
It was the voices that woke me, and not, unfortunately, Gregory with amorous thoughts on his mind.
“Dammit, there is a woman there. She’s wadded up in the blankets. Crap.”
I sat up, blinking and shoving my hair out of my eyes with one hand while clutching
