Chapter 7

“A drinking binge will just add calories.”

Marc still yanked out the half gallon of chocolate milk to drown his sorrows. He poured his first glass.

Autumn came up behind him. “I’ve never known someone to be addicted to chocolate milk.”

“Hell of a lot better than booze.”

“You’re not going to become your father. If I change the subject, may I drink with you?” She put a glass on the table, and he poured for her. They chatted about all kinds of things: childhoods, the world, sports, and work, but nothing gay.

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Late in the afternoon, Marc returned from a long run and turned onto his street. The UPS truck passed him and stopped near his place. He spied the driver, Jeannette, with her snug shirt, tight tits, clinging shorts, and perfect, blonde ponytail. He could see how some guys would have crushes on her. She delivered some packages and returned to her truck as Marc ran up.

“Hi, Jeannette. Why are you working on Saturday?”