Okay, he’d probably jack off a couple of times, but then he’d fall asleep.
He’d feel better in the morning. He was sure of it.
Looking over his shoulder, he glanced at the cabin.
The curtain at the front door window twitched. He thought he saw a wave of blonde hair.
When the curtain fell into place once more, he was left wondering all over again.
His mountain lion scraped its claws on his gut, trying to force him back, but Connor turned and headed into the dark woods.
* * * *
“Connor.” The deep voice called to him. “Connor, can you hear me?”
Connor opened his eyes and found himself in a dark room. Not his bedroom, some other place. There was no furniture. The only thing in the room was a table, set up in the middle of the large space. A white sheet was draped over it.
“Connor?”
He knew that voice.
“Lloyd?” He looked all around, but no one was there. “Is that you, buddy? I can’t see you.”
“Turn around, dickweed.”
Connor whipped around to face him. “Fuck me.”
Lloyd Gleason stood there, dressed in a nice suit, a shit-eating grin on his face. “No, thanks, dude. You’re so not my type.”
Connor laughed, but his nerves made it sound like machine gun fire. “Where are your clouds?”
“That was your warped invention, not mine.”
“But I’m making this up, right? This is a dream, right?”
“Call it what you want.” Lloyd plucked at his dress pants. “What do you think of my duds?”
“Slick. So unlike you. I’m used to seeing you in jeans and lumberjack shirts.”
“I know. This was my funeral suit.”
“Oh, yeah. You’re right. I guess I didn’t notice what you were wearing that day.”
“That’s because you were crying so hard. I appreciate the sentiment, but you should probably be a little bit embarrassed.”
“Screw off. If you were at my funeral, you’d be bawling. Admit it.”
“I admit it. I’d need two hankies.”
“Look, buddy. It’s not that I don’t like seeing you, but you’re freaking me out a little. Why are you here? Am I having some sort of Ebenezer Scrooge moment?”
“I came because you made a vow. We need to talk about Elaine.”
“Oh, shit. Lloyd, I’m sorry, man. I’ve been trying so hard to break through to her. But after you died, she went to Alaska and I realized I missed her so much. Now she’s back and we’ve been spending a lot of time together and…I think I have feelings for her. It’s so wrong. So, so wrong.” He put his head down on the table and banged it a couple of times for good measure.
On the third bang, Lloyd smacked him on the arm. “Stop it. You’re giving me a headache.”
“I betrayed your trust.”
