Following our romantic and erotic romp in the sack, still catching my breath, I head downstairs and to the kitchen for a glass of water. I stand at the kitchen sink in the buff and look outside. Snow falls down from the crisp night sky. Frost collects at the window pane’s corners. Cold inside the Cape Code pinches my n*****s. I collect water in a glass and take a drink. Here, I think about the past few months: the club, firing and hiring Coben, Rocco and Lock’s romance, Jane Marcell creating a job at the club for her son Tuck, Titan’s secret affair with Coben, and Danny’s dancing being an aphrodisiac for his wife.
It’s been a very interesting and eventful few months with these people in my life. It’s been real. Something I wouldn’t trade for anything else. A strange family of sorts that a
