Chapter 4

In the next week we established a simple routine.Conrad drove off to his job at the garage;I worked days washing dishes and busing tables at a local Spanish café.It was hard labor and next to no money but I didn’t mind.I had Conrad.

I usually got back to our motel room first and showered.The throaty carb of the Mustang announced Conrad’s arrival from blocks away,and by the time Conrad got in the door,I was hard and ready.I didn’t even let Conrad shower away the day’s grime and sweat;I just met him at the door and we grappled with each other standing up.After Conrad got cleaned up,we’d hit the bed again,then head out to one of the restaurants in town for dinner.He pushed me to expand my tastes;he got‘Mr.Meat and Potatoes’from cattle country eating Thai and Greek and Mexican and even sushi.Once.