It was Peter. He was motioning me to go outside so we could talk. When I didn't move, he went in and locked the door. I was shocked."Why weren't you r...eplying? Are you mad at me?" No." Then what's wrong? I missed you yesterday. I was tempted to drop by your apartment." Please don't," I said. He looked at me, confused and hurt. "Why?" He asked. I kept silent until I mustered the courage to say, "This isn't right. We have to stop this, whatever this is. You're married."We stood there for few. I ain’t gay at all.”I’m like, “Yeah you are, and I’ll prove it to you.”He goes, “Fine. Prove it.”I’m like, “Alright. Do you like porn?”He goes, “Yeah, I love porn. You know that.”I’m like, “Do you only watch scenes with two women together?”“No, I watch a man and a woman making love.”“Do you like the guy to have a small, half-flaccid penis?”He goes, “No, I like big, hard, throbbing cocks.”“Why are you a vegetarian?” I asked him. And it wasn’t even because meat is bad for you.He said that. I want to talk to you Mom,” he said.His tone was not what I expected and for a moment there I thought that he had seen through my ruse and I had blown my chance with him.“What’s wrong?” I asked, innocently.“You have been acting very odd lately ... talking differently and acting differently than you usually do. It all seemed to start back when you supposedly had trouble sleeping and caught Anna in my room with me and we were fucking.“Since then, you have been dressing more sexy – and in some. Still, she probably had other things to do and might not even join me. I spread the blanket, used the electric Coleman lantern that I grabbed from the garage on the way out, and settled down to read for a while. I'd picked up my literary criticism text at the bookstore and brought it along to get a head start on the reading.I fell asleep.I woke up, knowing it was four-thirty and automatically whispered a good morning to Rhonda. After all this time, she was still my first thought when I opened.