At last, he sat down in the same easy chair Jerry sat in when he visited. By then, it was a relief to have him sit. All that pacing stopped and his restless energy seemed to ease off the more he settled there. I had no idea what the hell I’d do with him in my space. He wasn’t likely to talk. We wouldn’t play cards. We wouldn’t be drinking and smoking dope and having a s****l free-for-all the way Jerry and I would have. I doubt there’d be any laughter at all.
As soon as I discarded those possibilities, it dawned on me why he’d decided to darken my door that night. He was looking for s*x. He just wouldn’t ask. How could I not have seen it the moment he arrived? The erotic energy between us that we’d been trying to squelch for months was so palpable now that it couldn’t be ignored.
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