Chapter 17
Without Dayton in my life, I find myself working more at the college. Boyish, handsome jocks desire some one-on-one tutoring, essays always need red-penning, and my office is never clean enough. I half-expect the boarder to visit me at the college, but he doesn’t. And here, I envision our bodies entwined together; hips touching, chests gliding together, lips connecting under the fluorescent lights, tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, erections aligned with zest. Instead, I see him on my drive home almost every day; bent over a vehicle’s carcass inside his Uncle Charlie’s garage on Smithfield Avenue. Carelessly, I often find myself driving slowly down Oates Way and pass Apartment 1J. Sometimes I see the boarder inside Block’s residence; lounging shirtless on the sofa with a
