Chapter Sixteen

A few of the men clapped when we re-entered the big space. Craft, waved to them, then lead me to an open chair in the living room area. Scooter and the few other men on either side of him had their noses in a magazine, while another was sitting on the ground with a pad of paper, scribbling names onto their papers. 

Craft came back with his own magazine and a drink. He handed me the cup, then sat down on the floor, leaning into the sofa chair.

My eyes nearly bugged out. I’d never seen him sit on the floor, or would I expect him to give up a seat for me. He did it without hesitation.

“Alright assholes, since Mack has graced us with his presence, it's time for the annual baseball fantasy selection to begin!” Cody announced. Clapping and a few hollers followed, and Cody began to ramble off rules, holding a dry erase marker to the board.

I giggled to myself, realizing how foolish my brain was in thinking I was going to walk into a gay orgy.

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