Chapter 7: Boyfriends
I had a picture of Armin’s boyfriend that he didn’t know about. Last summer the three of us rented a cabin for four days next to Lake Erie. There, we canoed, smoked a lot of pot, played horseshoes, drank too much beer, took long walks in the woods, and swam. Just wasn’t a big swimmer and sunbathed on the dock in a coral-blue mid-thigh brief that accentuated his c**k. The August sun baked his skin, chest hair, and muscles. I took the picture of him with my cell phone while Armin was in the house on some needed potty business. I snapped Just massaging suntan lotion into his bulging biceps, across his abs, and over his navel. I then transferred the pic to my e-mail. When I returned to the city I printed the photograph out on glossy paper and kept it hidden in a book tit
