Chapter 18
Twenty-four hours later, two events transpire at the Cape Cod. One just happens to be not so shocking. Dayton and one of his coworkers deliver my Lexus with a brand new radiator hose. The boarder charges me a fee for the part, but not for the labor. Before leaving with his greasy cohort, snagging a ride back to his uncle’s garage, he discreetly leans into me, nuzzles his lips up to my right earlobe, and whispers, “Thanks for the blowjob yesterday. Maybe we can accomplish that again, sometime soon.”
I want to cling his body to my body, compressing our skin together, and keep him for a very long time. This doesn’t transpire, though, since Carlos waits in the tow truck for Dayton, and a return trip with him to their daily workplace. Instead, I nod my head, and simply reply, “I th
