”He stepped inside the door and followed me to the kitchen. I started looking for my wallet and couldn’t find it, until I realized I was holding i...t in my damn hand. “Talk about slow,” I laughed.But it wasn’t “slow” that had caused me to forget, but “hard,” as in the cock now lengthening and stiffening in my shorts. Because sometime over the past 30 seconds I had decided this kid was eminently fuckable and that if I failed to get into his pants my life would be sadly diminished.Jesus, what was I. "Hold on a minute. You said that there was still some reluctance on your part to enter into another relationship that could go wrong and that Larry had to feature. We agreed to see how things would work out." Yes." Arthur, I was being selfish. If Larry was to come to us I could still look after him without any effect on your job or mine. The same with children of our own although that would mean prolonged absences from work but teeth are teeth and I'm sure I could quickly catch up again on. "If I'd hadsex with him right then and there, that wouldn't have had anything to dowith love. Sex isn't love, Io-Ian. I thought you knew that."It made a sort of twisted sense when she said it like that, but..."But sex is something you share with the person you love," I offered in asmall voice, trying to figure out complex math of my own. "I always thought--"It occurred to me then, in the same way a wrecking ball occurs to acondemned building, that Melinda, who was watching me with something. A six-foot-tall, lean and athletic, ruggedly good-looking brother of Jamaican descent who studies criminal justice at the University of Ottawa. I was walking through the Rideau Center and stopped to buy some food at the newly renovated food court downstairs by the escalators when a fine-looking, well-dressed brother sat at the table near mine, and smiled at me. Hello beautiful, he said, nodding at me while sipping on a Pepsi. I looked the brother up and down. Definitely not Somali, I thought,.