I try not to grin at supper, especially when I feel Lane’s stuff slide from me. I glance at Roe and think how he’d s**t if he knew.
From then on, Lane and me carry a delicious sort of secret, passing looks, and when we can, making gestures. One time, he’s standing behind Roe and grabs his crotch, which makes me have to work at holding in a laugh. Then one night after supper, Lane says we should sneak out of the bunkhouse, go down to the stream, and have us a good and proper f**k.
This makes for a long evening. Lane plays cards, but drops out early, I’m guessing to try and end the game early, but Roe and the others keep on. I’ve no idea the time when the lamp is finally put out, only that I’m hard as a post. When I hear Lane get up and go out, it’s hell not to run after him, but I manage
