Chapter 2
The movement of the bed woke me the next morning. I opened my eyes just enough to see Mark getting back under the covers.
“Did I wake you?” his sleepy voice asked.
“No.” I yawned. “I think I was about due to wake anyway. What time is it?”
I heard Mark fumbling with something on his side of the bed. “Just after eight.”
“Is the bathroom free?”
“There was no one waiting when I came out.” Mark yawned, rubbed his bristly chin, and farted. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Couldn’t help it.”
I shook my head at Mark trying to fan the smell my way. I got out of bed and went in search of my bag to get out a clean pair of briefs. Before I met Mark I would always sleep in boxer shorts, but we soon discovered it was far nicer if we both slept in the nude.
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When I emerged from the bat
