Mr. Perkins started in with the Christmas carols a little before 7:00 a.m. and managed to wake the whole park by singing “O Come All Ye Faithful” at the top of his voice. Casey groaned and rolled over, burying his face in Lon’s waist. Once again he’d lost his pillow during the middle of the night and ended up pushed down the bed. Having his head halfway down the bed did have its advantages, though, he thought to himself as he reached out to cup Lon’s morning wood. Lon groaned and then laughed as they heard Mrs. Petersen yell from the van next door, “Oh, shut up, you old codger. Some people are trying to get some bloody sleep!” Casey giggled and came up onto one elbow to get a firmer grip on Lon’s erection. “She’s one to talk, the bloody old leso.” “What do you mean?” Lon asked grumpily. “The two old birds, next door,” Casey explained. “All their moaning and groaning in the middle of the night.
