Chapter 8
The human napped for an hour, exhausted from our romp. I showered, dressed, and quietly unpacked my single bag. I prepared him lunch, knowing he would be hungry after his nap: tuna fish on rye, Swiss cheese, carrot sticks, and an iced tea with lemon and no sugar; his favorite things for a midday meal, besides my nakedness, of course.
He woke and showered before joining me in the kitchen. We sat across from each other, enjoying a view of the narrow pier and lake. Wind slapped against the cottage, building a temper, and the temperature started to drop, nearing thirty in just a matter of hours.
I watched him eat; he didn’t mind. “There’s something we need to talk about, Toby. I hope it doesn’t turn your stomach. Don’t stop eating. Just listen.”
I told him about the mysterious ca
