Travis, Les and I get it on.
Friday morning, Travis’s aunt lets us know that her cousin, Les will be bunking with us tonight in the basement. He’s from Detroit, eighteen-years-old, and has just graduated from high school. He’s coming to Chicago looking for work. Because he’s only five feet six tall, she says he is short enough to sleep on the couch. When Friday’s seminar is over, Travis and I go out for dinner, have...Read On