Chapter 44

“Someone you want to be with, huh? Next to…cuddled against…kissing…tasting…inside.” I was trying to give young Harold a boner, so he’d be too embarrassed to stand. “How’s about you give me the key and I don’t bring it right back. I’ll let you return to your quiet, boring, evening behind that big desk where you could have your pants off for all I know.” He kind of reminded me of myself at eighteen or nineteen. I’d had my pants off at work—at more than one job—though not the one I’d had for three Christmases now. “Everyone staying here is exhausted and off in dream land. New Year’s Eve…people will be bugging you into the wee hours of the morning. Christmas night, everyone’s all tucked in, back from a day of celebrating, sound asleep. You could probably even sneak off to the bathroom for a while, and…”