Chapter 13
He leaned against the doorjamb and said, “Sooooo….” He made the word last about thirty seconds, dragging it out for several syllables. “The heart of stone has melted at last. It’s about fucking time.” He simultaneously and with good nature shooed Lance away.
By this time, Charles, who was wide awake and sitting up in bed as well, said, “Richard, don’t you ever knock?”
“What’s to knock upon, boyo, or for that matter, for? The door was open. Besides, what would I expect to see in this room for the last three years, except you jerking off?”
“Well, at least if you’re going to invade my bedroom when I’m entertaining, you could wear something other than your cum-stained trick shorts.”