Chapter 3
“Brock?” Calvin stared after the man as he ran out of the bathroom stall. He heard the outer door being wrenched open and then slammed closed. Well, I’ve heard of wham, bam, thank you, man, but this is ridiculous.
Then Calvin realized his soft—and still damp—d**k was hanging out of his pants. Tucking himself back in, he went to the row of sinks, washed his hands, dried them, and slowly made his way out of the bathroom. He felt strangely depressed. He guessed he should have expected Brock to get an attack of What the hell have I done.
Emerging from the ER exit, Calvin blinked as his eyes tried to adjust to the bright sunlight. Turning right and walking along the sidewalk, he remembered they’d come in his car, Brock’s truck still being at the bar. Despite feeling jilted, Calvin
