“So, nothing happened?”
He shakes his head again, continuously. “I’m sure of it. Nothing.”
I sip my coffee.
He sips his coffee.
Our eyes stay glued together. Hang. Mix.
I don’t tell him about how he ground his d**k along my thigh and squirted out two spots of c**k-goo against my skin earlier this morning. Nope. I don’t go here. Instead, I tell him, “I don’t have any reception up here with my phone. Birk and Jimmy are supposed to be here. Birk was pretty clear he was coming, dragging Jimmy with him. Where do you think they are?”
“Jimmy is ex-army. He spent four years in the army. If the two of them are stuck in this blizzard, he’ll know how to survive. And Jimmy will surely take care of Birk. I have no doubts when it comes to their survival. Eventually they will show up. With or witho
