Chapter 3

Oh all right, so I followed him and when he found a place to sit, I asked if he minded if I joined him. It was pretty crowded, and he smiled and pulled out the chair next to him. Oh goody, we could rub thighs and knees and not have to gaze rapturously into each other’s eyes.

“Was that your cat?” was the first thing he said. God, he was so cute!

“Why?” my inner stupid asked. “Do you like pussy?”

He laughed so hard he spit salad out his mouth. I gulped so hard I choked. Our knees touched. Finally he turned and looked at me. “Listen,” he said, “I’m so gay I was born Caesarian.” That took me a minute. Two minutes went by…and he said, “See, I’ve never been there! Get it?” This was followed by embarrassed groans and a bit of touchy feely tickling, as if we were two ten-year-olds. I loved it.

“Who was that kid? Yours?”

“I was starting to wonder that myself. His real family is slightly less than fabulous, which, by the way, he indicated your…uh…room…never mind.”