“Steve is an old friend from my past life,” I said with emphasis on the last two words, hoping Andy would realize nothing had happened and nothing was in the works.
Steve was on a roll, though. “What are you into, Andy? This old queen insists you guys are monogamous.”
“Uh, we are.” Andy still looked confused.
“Well, how would you feel about a three-way, just for the hell of it?”
“Steve, shut up!” I was on my feet.
“Hey, let the man speak for himself. Maybe he would be into something like that. What about it, Mr. Barnes?”
“Dr.Barnes!” I steamed.
“Oh, excuse me.” Steve made a little bow. “Dr. Barnes.”
“I never had, um, had one. I wouldn’t know.”
“Shit, only one way to find out. Ask ol’ Davey here. Three-ways were pretty hot, weren’t they?”
“Steve, all this is way out of line. Please, just shut up, sit down and sober up.”
We sat down—but Steve didn’t let up.
“So, if you ain’t into three-ways, what are you into? Details, I want details!” He laughed.