It was Friday night, and Kenji felt his stress level plummet for the first time in a while. He was happy. Too bad he had no lover to share it with. He was horny again. Always happened when he was stressed. Most people lost interest in s*x during stressful times. Kenji’s libido multiplied.
He settled down in front of the TV with a rum and coke. He hardly drank but wanted a drink or two. He stripped to his sexy purple boxer-briefs and had his shoes off. The doorbell rang. He stood, finished his drink, and made his way to the front door. He didn’t care he was only in briefs. Long ago, he’d rush to cover up, but it was his house. He could dress as he pleased. He opened the door to James, holding a box.
“Hey, where can I put this?”
“Depends. Is it part of a crime? Then I don’t want it here.”
