Chapter 10: Capers
I arrived at La Selva approximately twelve minutes later. Warmness coated my insides as excitement raced from the base of my spine to the back of my neck. My hands were shaking and I felt woozy and unsure of my cellular antics with the zoologist. Part of me was embarrassed by my infantile behavior about Donlito’s look-alike at Club Sustantivo. The same part of me rose above the situation and continued with my evening. In due time, I would share the situation and its crazy details with Donlito. In the meantime, I had other things on my mind, like permitting the zoologist to wrap my body inside his hulking arms, and prompt him to drag his tongue along my neck.
As promised, a drink waited for me upon my arrival. k******e shots sat on a plastic tray inside sss Don’s living
