Sean rushed from the bathroom to the kitchen in a fresh pair of white briefs to turn off the flame for the pot that had boiled over. He wondered why Debbie hadn’t responded to the sizzling sound, then he realized what she cradled.
She sat in a clump on his futon bed. Her face was white with taut brows and a clenched jaw. She gripped his tape recorder.
Fuck, why didn’t I hide that? His own intoxicated speech filled the room from the tape she played.
She turned it off. They stared at each other. “Well, this is one hell of a surprise. So you’re gay.”
He rushed over. “No, no, Debbie, no. I was drunk. I’ve been depressed because of the shooting, and I wouldn’t admit it out of shame. Oh, my God, I am far from gay. You should know that after all the s*x and lovemaking between us.” And damn it
