Page 16 of The Cocky for Cody
“I’m troublesome? That’s rich coming from you! Now let me go, and unchain Cody too. He’s not your servant… although we’ll keep the leather outfit if it’s all the same to you.”
“Silence!” Kevin screeched. “You must pay the price for ever stepping inside my hallowed home, eating all my mangos and stealing my boyfriend from me. It’s time for you to burn! Burn, baby, burn!”
As flames rose all around me, the roar of the fire grew louder and louder, as Kevin’s evil cackle echoed through the burning recesses of hell.
Suddenly I sat bolt upright in bed, panting and gasping and shouting, “But I only had one mango! It was just the one! Help! Someone save us!”
Cody came rushing over from the kitchen. “Babe, babe. Calm down. It’s okay, you’re safe.”
My head spiraled for a moment or two before I realized where I was… in Cody’s bed… inside his shack. Daylight streamed through the open window that Kevin used as his entrance to the shack. I must have looked a little frightened as I scanned the rafters for my feathered foe.
“It’s okay, he’s not here,” Cody said. “I think he might be feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed about his behavior.”
“Kevin? Ashamed? Cody, he’s a bird, and a nasty one at that.”
“Well, whatever the reason, I haven’t seen him in days.”
“Days? Is that how long I’ve been asleep for?”
“Off and on, yeah. You’ve woken up a couple of times, long enough for me to feed you a little, although you’ve been pretty out of it. You kept mumbling about the Devil… and Kevin… and something about me in a leather G-string?”
I felt my face flush. “Haha. I must have been delirious.” I felt an itch on my shoulder and scratched my skin. Strange flakes fluttered onto the sheets, and only then did I notice what looked like grated cheese all over the bed. “What’s that?”
“Oh that? It’s just your skin scabbing up and shedding all over the sheets. I keep cleaning it up, but your skin just keeps peeling off.”
I gasped, horrified. “What? Oh my God, that’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever…” I scratched another itch, this time on my chest, then another on the scalp. Sure enough, dead skin fell all over the bed. I screamed. “That’s hideous! I’m hideous! I’m… I’m…I’m melting!”
“Babe, you’re not melting! You’re gonna be fine. I know it’s kinda gross, but this is just the healing process. The dead skin ismaking way for new skin, that’s all.” He got up, poured a long, tall glass of water and returned to the bed. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
I gulped the water down, and he was right, I did feel better.
“Another day or so of rest and you’ll be good as new,” he told me. “Although I’m making one hard and fast rule for the rest of this trip.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re never leaving the shack again without lathering yourself in sunscreen first.”
“Agreed.”
For the next few days we did little but stay inside the shack, lazing in bed together—once my skin had stopped flaking off—and watching the sunset from the porch. Unfortunately my dick was out of action for the most part while it healed, but my mouth was still able to meet Cody’s needs.
Soon I began to get a little stir crazy and longed to venture out once more.
“Can we please do something today?” I begged. “I need to get out and dosomething.”
Cody looked at me strangely over his piece of toast and laughed. “You?Wanna get out and dosomething?”
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, it’s just that normally I have to drag you out to do something fun. I mean, you’re literally the poster boy for hermits all over the world.”
“Maybe your sense of adventure is finally rubbing off on me. Maybe part ofyouis rubbing off on me.”
He smirked. “Why don’t we just crawl back into bed and I’ll let another part of me rub onto you.”
“Down boy!” I grinned back. “I’m not talking aboutthatkind of adventure. I’m talking about getting out and seeing this island of yours. Impress me. Amaze me. Immerse me in your Australian culture.”
“You mean, like seeing a koala up close and personal?”
