Chapter 21: SmokeThe house turned quiet and we relaxed during most of those hot and humid, July days. I stowed away like an extra bag in my study, writing. Tacoma wasn’t tucked into the privacy of his bedroom. He was at the pool sunbathing and tending to it as he was paid to do.
Between chapter revisions of The Next Fall, I found it necessary to sometimes creep to the pool boy’s closed bedroom door to investigate his silent doings. Of course, there was no reason for such an insidious action, but I wasn’t perfect. I only wished for Tacoma’s company, mostly his bare flesh connected to my bare flesh. I wanted to talk to him, or take naked dips in the warm pool with him. I wanted to shower with the young man, soap suds connecting our bodies together, or nap with him in the blistering sun, boi
