Three, Hamilton’s still legally married. On paper, he’s never gotten a divorce from Hill Mansford, his husband of three years. The two are still hitched according to the state of Pennsylvania, even if they don’t live together any more…even if they haven’t seen each other in ninety-plus days…even if Hill is somewhere in South Dakota with an American-Indian that goes by the name Black Hawk and has a c**k the size of a totem pole. I don’t sleep with married men, and never will. Case closed.
Politely, I decline Hamilton’s offer. “No can do. I have to get home and get some sleep. I have a big day tomorrow. Thanks for the offer, though.”
“Come on,” he begs, almost to his Ford Ranger, which is parked five vehicles away from my Jeep Wrangler. “Have a change of heart. I’m sure you have a lot of p
