Hell, for my job? For any reason, why would any man want such a thing? I walked in and Meg was dusting a coffee table. She looked at me turned her hea...d to the side and her eyes narrowed, Shit , she drew the word out in a fearful realization, you got fired. That fucking dyke bitch fired your ass didnt she? Not yet, I told her and I sat down hard on the sofa of our great room. That is what it is called a big ass room specifically used to entertain large groups. Pool table, a dance floor, wet bar. At ten o’clock that night I was lying in bed in my one-room dorm, staring at the ceiling and thinking about Melissa. I wondered what she thought of the play. It was such a strange story, surreal and macabre and terrible. I was glad it was unfinished. If there was a second Act, I didn't want to read it. I thought about the Phantom of Truth, the ghostly figure that haunted the play’s heroine, about its frayed robe and pale white mask, and how it pointed its accusing finger at everyone who passed,. I opened a bottle of wine to have with the pizza which we had in the kitchen, the boys declining to join us in favor of more games in the basement, taking their food with them. Kristen talked about her no-show date. She had seen him a few times and was beginning to think they were headed towards a relationship, but now he was nothing to her. Forty-five minutes after he had arranged to meet her at his friend’s house he called to say he had car troubles and wouldn’t be there. “I thought he was. I said “I love all naked contact; I love to be fucked”Jack gave out a yell of pleasure. “when we met, I knew there was something about you and all week I’ve been thinking I bet he is a top only and I still won’t get my leg over. Then you said that my dream has come true”We both recovered and started getting hard again very quickly.We went upstairs to bed for some comfort, the TV was on and this time playing gay porn.“You don’t mind gay por do you”“no not at all, in fact I love it”We lay on the.