With one hand he loosens his lone garment, and it falls away from his hips. Naked, he turns around and walks to the pool, stopping just shy of the descending steps. When he looks over his shoulder, his smirk says he knows every lustful little thought racing through Niko’s mind. “Are you coming?” The taste of sex and nsango rises with Niko the next morning and stays with him as he readies his quagga to set off again. These dreams are getting out of hand. More vivid, more real. Harder to live without. A nightly treasure. An addiction. Am I losing my mind?
