When I got home that night, I heard grunts and groans coming from the laptop in Anderson’s room, which meant he was whacking off to gay porn again. He did this so often it had become like white noise in the apartment. I’d offer to take him to a gay bar so he could experience the real thing, but my own forays weren’t that noteworthy and I’d only end up embarrassing both of us.
I heated up leftover spaghetti and meat sauce while I showered and dressed in a threadbare white T-shirt and red Star Trek boxer shorts. Yes, I have a thing for Star Wars and Star Trek, okay? I piled the food on a plate and sat on the old couch in front of the TV, ready to catch up on my shows.
Halfway through Gotham, Anderson finally stumbled into the living room and collapsed on the loveseat. “I didn’t hear you co
