Jackson Ledbetter was on the floor during nude push-ups when I woke the follow morning. There are worse things to wake up to on a Thursday, his mother and father springing immediately to mind. He went about his push-ups with deadly earnest. A gym monkey who reserved most of his exertions for the treadmill or the pool, he had enticed Noah and I to join him on some of his morning runs. When he added more exercise on top of his usual routine, like these push-ups, I knew he was struggling with his inner demons.
I watched for about two minutes, increasingly horny for him, but he paid no attention to me. When I sat up in bed, he righted himself and looked in my direction.
“You forgot to mention your folks are possessed by Satan,” I said, my eyes raking over his body with obvious desire. “But w
