“Yes, you do,” Blake said, moving his head a little as if to see Jerome’s butt. “Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I know you look at it. I’m glad you look at it. I’d be sorry if you quit looking at it. That’s when I’d get pissed.”
“So you don’t mind guys checking out your ass, Jerome?”
“Mind? Why would I? How am I supposed to have s*x with men if none of them are looking at me?”
“You like s*x with guys? You f**k guys? You’re gay?” Blake asked spasmodically.
“Of course. Why do you think I’m so nice to you? It’s because you’re hot.”
“You think I’m hot?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re the hottest man in this building. You’re a nice guy, Mr. Durkeson, but that’s not why people are nice to you. They’re nice to you because you’re hot, and deep down they’re hoping to get some. You’re not just the kind of g
