It’d been two weeks since Darrin had met Charlie at the motel. Darrin had written him occasionally on the Bear Cave site but had received no reply. He was about to give up on Charlie. He did his best to repress the emotional response he’d had to the man, reminding himself Charlie was nothing but an online hook-up. Then one evening, Darrin received a notification of a message on Bear Cave. Quickly logging in to the site he saw that it was from Charlie. Same time, same place, tomorrow night. Charlie.
“What the f**k?” Darrin said. “I’m not some kind of call boy, buster! Screw you, Charlie.”
He logged out but three minutes later signed back in and wrote, Hey, good to hear from you. Sorry, I’m busy tomorrow. I’ll be in rehearsal. I have a role in a new show.
Darrin stopped. Had he mentioned
