" Hell yeah, it would," Scott stated and pulled out a fat blunt from hisshort pockets. "Let me grab a shirt and we'll smoke this bitch!" I'll drive," ...Colt said.They left room with Scott seemingly better now or acting like he was. Scottwas a much better person than I could be at this moment. I'd be in tearsand heartbroken but Scott did show a different and unique way of handlingthings. He never really let things get to him or didn't show around me orthe others. However, knowing Scott he'd be. How? Well, you just wait and see.I'll tell you this though. There's a lot to be learned from the way a guy works out, in connection as to how they make love to you!Personally I usually like the 'joggers type' most. Maybe because I am a jogger too. When I like things to get a bit rough I pick a rugged football player or basketball player.Today there doesn't seem to be out much, as far as I can see for now. I feel a flash of disappointment that I can't deny..... I run on and make a sprint for the. My cardigan is leaving my arms as you speak four sweltering words: ‘Undress for me now.’“What about the date—““I will take you out whenever you like. That’s after I see how gorgeous that dress looks. OFF of your delicious body.”My eyes flutter open and closed. I am so riled that speaking isn’t my usual witty train of thought. Mind is clouded by your charisma, the power you hold over me. You leave my side and bend over to your suitcase, unzipping it meaningfully. I peer around you for a closer. And we’ve been friends ever since.”“For how long?” Carter inquired.“Several years,” Aron answered.“Ah, so that means that we were still friends when you met David,” Carter said. “And you,” he pointed an accusing finger at Aron, “didn’t tell me about him.”Aron shook his head.“That was stupid of me. I was trying to keep the two parts of my life apart. Trying to manage, I think.”“What parts?” Carter asked.“The one that involved me being gay, and the other that involved ... you,” Aron said, and.