“This is cute.” Arliss walked into Sean’s living room and looked around at the one bedroom with its hardwood floors, decorative fireplace, and natural wood molding. “I wish I could get a place of my own.” Arliss sighed and set down the bag from the liquor store on the coffee table. It contained a bottle of Stoli and a six-pack of Stella Artois. He looked out at the leaves on the trees in front of the building and noticed Sean had a door that led onto a little balcony. He heard the rumble of the “L” train they had just gotten off nearby. “Really nice.”
Arliss wasn’t used to this. Usually by this point, five minutes in, he was having his pants yanked down to his ankles, some guy on his knees in front of him, or clothes were being flung off. He had a silly thought: I feel like a lady. Not re
