Chapter 21: A Moment of Truth
August 13, 2014
The St. Petersburg Martini: 6 Parts Vodka, 3 Dashes of Orange Bitters, Orange Peel.
We took a shower together the next morning. Miss Kitty had spent the night in Ohio, which gave use the house all to ourselves. After the use of shampoo, soap, and a second round of heated s*x with him, we dried off, brushed our teeth, and dressed. Then we had breakfast in the kitchen. Jokingly, I claimed I could cook and threw eggs, sausage, and toast on plates—a total disaster. The eggs were tasteless, the sausage was undercooked, and the toast was burnt. Having dignity, boldly confesses my weaknesses as a man, I told him, “I’m not Julia Childs and never will be.”
And Tuck laughed.
Following breakfast, sitting across from each other at the small, round tab
