Thoughts of sleeping with Jory’s look-alike are dashed. Some tall, dark, and handsome (a total cliché here, but the truth, nonetheless) walks into the bar. He’s wearing a pair of too-tight jeans and a tank that makes his biceps and chest look as if they will explode. Boom! Boom! And Boom! Knight in Shining Armor, also known as KSA from this point on inside my skull, slides up to Davy’s side. KSA leashes an arm around his lover’s waist, squeezes Davy against him, and slides his tongue down the staffer’s throat. The kiss is nothing less than impacting, XXX-stuff, and daring, and Davy—not that I blame him—doesn’t seem to be frightened or assaulted by the man’s abruptness, and agrees to the tongue-inside-mouth event. Hooray for him. Whatever.
I’m not one to watch adult pornography and become
