If Thumper wondered what had become of me, he mastered his curiosity. He hadn’t roamed the halls of the Mayor’s Digs calling out my name. When I hadn’t crawled into bed next to him, he must have put two and two together and come up with Bob-Gunnar.
We reveled in each other’s bodies, on the porch after the hot tub, in the kitchen after the porch, and then in Bob-Gunnar’s vast and luxurious bed until the wee small hours of the morning. Even after I went dry, we lay sprawled across the bed, entwined like the losers of a particularly pornographic game of Twister, every part of my body drawn to his like filings to a fat, hairy magnet.
“You haven’t really been waiting for me all this time,” I said into the darkness.
“Haven’t I?” he asked.
“But I was never coming back.”
“I know. I came to gr
