
“…It was the noise that woke her. Not the insects or pinging, but a sound that was utterly out of place in the environment–the stuttered rip of a zipper. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her again but, this time, he didn’t look away. His face was unreadable as she watched him push a hand inside his open jeans, free a semi-erect cock, and begin slowly and casually to stroke it…”
This is a reading of chapter one of the novel The Waiting Room, now available at Republica Press as an e-book, or downloadable from Amazon.com in a Kindle Version.