It was a Wednesday. Shane had been home from work for an hour. He was showering in anticipation of Michael’s visit later that evening. He made sure he washed thoroughly, douching and soaping his foreskin. After drying himself, he brushed and flossed his teeth, then dressed. With two hours to kill, he turned on the television and watched the five o’clock news.
There was a story about a mammoth bushfire currently burning in the hills. It had been deliberately lit. That explained the haze and the stench of smoke that hung over the city, although Shane wondered, with all the damage a bushfire caused, how anyone could possibly tell whether it had been deliberately lit or not.
There was a knock on the door.
Shane glanced at the clock, initially confused. He was sure Michael had said seven. Th
