Chapter 73

Or, at least, something close to it. An impersonation, if you will.

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“He bought it,” I told the group of them the next afternoon as we sat around the mansion’s pool, me and Jeff, Ray and Chad and Arthur, Luna Tic, Bobo Van Ness, Maureen Povich and Connie Hung. It was weird seeing them all in the light of day. They didn’t look like themselves. I almost checked for identification.

“Who bought what?” asked Ray. Ray was shirtless. Ray was lounging in shorts so short they almost disappeared up his ass. Jeff seemed none too thrilled as I sat there and ogled. To be fair, they were all ogling, Jeff included. In other words, guilty I was not.

And so I filled them in.

“Sounds dangerous,” said Connie.

Jeff again seemed less than thrilled but didn’t voice his concerns. I reached over and squeezed his hand. He seemed to understand my squeeze, just as I understood his silence. People could change. Wonders never ceased.