Chapter 5: Stolen Flesh
The summer storm had passed. The ground was still wet at dawn, but the robins were wildly tweeting and the city was preoccupied with its daily events. The world had not come to end yet. Life as Nolan knew it was still in drive, and a new day awaited his attention.
He woke to yellow-white sunlight in his eyes. He stretched, yawned, and reached between his legs where he discovered a swollen erection. A morning jerk-fest was out of the question, since he had things to accomplish that morning—grocery shopping; paying his bills on-line; stopping at Rodemyer’s Books and Coffee to pick up the latest Michael Cunningham novel, which he wanted to start as soon as he completed his battered copy Of Mice and Men. The urge to lie in bed all day was limitless, though. Laziness w
