Bab 93: The Fruits of my Labor

Billie Bob Jones

Saturday morning I woke up before Benedito. I wiggled out of his arms without disturbing him and left the tent in my boxers and boots. Despite there being a bathroom I walked into the forest to take a piss because I was nature boy. 

When I got back I washed my hands in the river, before starting a fire to warm up my tea. As I sat there by the river bank, enjoying the fruits of my labour whilst I watched the sunrise I heard Benedito call out for me. 

"I'm here," I called out. 

His footsteps approached me as he groaned, "What time is it?"

"I'm not sure," I turned around to look at him. What I was not expecting though was for his face to ashen as complete terror filled his eyes. That was the complete opposite of what I was used to when waking up. He must have forgotten my beauty. "What? Benedito what?" I frowned as he quickly walked towards me and slapped my cup out of my hands, "hey!"