One last tub sat on the porch, holding water, a few tiny bits of ice, and four or five brown bottles. After Gary stepped out the back door, he remembered he had no clothes on. Oh, well, no neighbors lived that close and it was pretty dark anyway. The dim light from the living room barely filtered out through the blinds on the kitchen window.
Going out to get the beers gave him a few minutes to calm down, assess the situation, and come to the conclusion he wasn’t nearly ready for the evening to be over. He’d started to see Mirman as one amazing guy. The doctor part was just what he did for a living. The man inside was what interested him, one he saw as a sensitive yet amazingly strong and astute person. Somebody he wanted to get closer to…
When he recalled their first meeting, he grinned.
