For a long time Morgan sat leaning against the wall. When light began to filter in through the smoke hole, Morgan got up. His clothes were still damp. He looked around and located the matches. Thankfully they had escaped the rain that had blown in through the door, and he was able to light a fire. He laid his clothes and the sleeping mat as close to it as he dared.
He went outside once more to relieve himself. With the passage of the storm, a cold front had moved in. He shivered in the chilly morning air. Looking up, he saw the sky was clear. It would warm some as soon as the sun came up. He went back into the cabin. His stomach growled. He tried to ignore it and got himself a bottle of water and sat down again on the sleeping mat.
He looked down at his flaccid p***s and sighed. “What a
