Jonathan awoke disoriented. A dim light came from the window over the bed. He knew he was with Nathaniel, but for a moment he did not know where he was. He raised himself slightly and looked around.
“Good morning,” came a voice rough with sleep. A nibbling on his ear followed the greeting.
Now oriented to his surroundings, Jonathan smiled. “I need to relieve myself.”
“Is that any way to greet me?” Nathaniel said, feigning hurt.
“I am sorry but…”
Nathaniel laughed a deep, just awakened laugh. Jonathan shuddered at the feelings it aroused in him.
“The chamber pot is next to the bureau.”
The younger man got up and, shivering with cold, tiptoed to the place Nathaniel had indicated and self-consciously urinated. He heard Nathaniel moving behind him. When he had finished, he turned and wa
