Chapter 3

“You’re really gay.” It was sort of a question, but mostly a confirmation. She could see it in my horrified eyes. In my now-flaccid dick. She looked downcast for an instant but had the grace to quickly mask it. “So now we know.”

“Yep.”

“You want another drink?”

“Yes, gawd.”2

That was three months ago. There are no hard feelings between us. Well, definitely nothing hard from my end. Seriously, though—Mindy’s cool. And she’s apologized profusely, multiple times. I guess a girlfriend of hers suggested that if the tables had been turned, and I’d been a straight guy trying that on a lesbian friend…well, you can imagine that shit storm. I’m good, though. I’m almost ready to laugh it off, even.