Chapter 7: Dark-Skinned God
Turtle Bay Beach
Men’s Changing Room
July 21, 20—
10:32 A.M.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that I bumped into Luther’s grandson, James Coffler, inside the men’s changing room on Turtle Bay Reef Beach. A man had to sometimes take a piss when he decided to spend the sunny morning at the beach. Isn’t that what the changing room was for?
I pissed in a stainless-steel urinal, shook drops of excess urine off the tip of my c**k, spun around to the single sink, soap dispenser, and a hand dryer. Once at the sink, I began to wash my hands. The sound of running water echoed inside the brick and windowless structure. The sound resembled the hollow noise that you could hear inside a cathedral or atrium, a light echoing of misshapen and unrecognizable echoes. One fluores
