EVE I was at the radio station. It felt good to be back at work. To be doing what I loved. I had been back a little over a month. Things had sorta returned to normal. Less than a week after I came back I had fucked the good doctor. No news there. I had been planning it since I went to his office. Nothing like getting your knees bent and I was way over due. And he was good. He had a silver tongue and a vivid imagination. Hard to find a guy that actually knew how to lick a clit and had more than one or two moves. Unfortunately after the third fuck date he became clingy. He thought that a few fucks meant we were in a *relationship.* I really hated when guys used that word when it described me. I don’t have romantic relationships with men. I fuck men. That’s about it. A few dates and casual conversation, yes. Relationship, Hell no! Give a guy an amazing blowjob and the best fuck of his life and he was in love. Guys could be such DICKS. I really needed to find a straight bar to use as my pick up venue for fucks. AND I needed to stick to my rule that no matter how good a guy was one fuck and then he’s out of there. No more repeats. They were too hard to get rid of. I needed to find a new *stomping* ground to pick up quick fucks. I was way behind on my dick quota for the year. I guess I could use the numbers I got in the market while Daddy and I were shopping. Maybe someone in that group was worth a few minutes of my time. It was worth a try. My infatuation with Brian died a slow quiet death. It just fizzled out. I went to New York. I came back and it was as if the fucking didn’t happen. It was just an interlude in our lives and like all interludes it was short. Brian and I saw each other at Deb’s family dinners. We laughed, joked and talked. We were friends. I liked that. I came to Pittsburgh to reunite with my Daddy. Of course I knew that Brian and Justin played a significant part in my life but for now I intended to devote my time to Daddy. I remember approaching Grandfather and Nana about helping me find Daddy. They refused. They told me one of the Reverends conditions to allow them to visit me was that they were not to find my Daddy. They agreed. When the Reverend got sick I went back to them. Grandfather told me he couldn’t find my Daddy for me but he gave me the name of a private investigator. That way he was able to keep his word to the Reverend and still help me. Dad and Rodney seemed so happy together. It was good to see Daddy happy. To know that he had people in his life that loved him. I was glad that he had found someone to care about to share his life with. I was wondering when Daddy was going to tell me that he was positive. The information was part of the file the private investigator gave me on Daddy. My heart had literally broken. I knew Daddy was healthy now. He’d spent some time in the hospital and it had been touch and go for a little while. That had been over four years ago. His viral load was undetectable and as long as he stayed on the cocktail he would be fine. Justin hadn’t been at the family dinners in over a month. I found out through Deb that he had taken a leave from school and work to go on tour with the fiddler. I talked to Daddy today and he told me Justin was back. That should be good news for Brian. I noticed he had been sorta mopey this last month. Of course he would never admit it but I knew he missed Justin. The Sunday dinners at Deb’s had been rather peaceful. Lindsey and Melanie were getting along better. I don’t know what had happened but you could see the ease in how they related to each other. That was good to see. Mikey was in a good mood. He seemed to be the only one not talking about how much they missed Justin. Em and Ted looked strained. Ted had been looking like shit the last few dinners. He looked spaced out. And he had been a little mean to Em. Something was certainly going on with them but I didn’t have the energy to try to figure it out. I knew that there were some problems with Ted. That he had lost everything when his porn Website had been shut down. Maybe he was just under pressure trying to find a new career path. I didn’t know. I wasn’t going to rack my brains over it. The Reverend was always saying *what’s done in the dark will come to light.* I guess what was bothering Ted and Em would of course make itself known. My major concern at this moment was Brian and Justin. I’d touched bases with Justin and Daphne when I got back from New York then Justin had left town with the fiddler. Daphne came by and hung out at the studio with me. She attended a few guest appearances I did at Malls and a few clubs. I tried to feel her out about Justin and Brian but she was being very evasive. Something wasn’t right but I didn’t know what it was. I stopped at the diner before coming to work and had lunch. I had noticed Justin was wearing a silver band on his ring finger. I asked him about it. He said it was a ring Ethan had given him. I asked Justin if he’d talked to Brian lately. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it. I decided to let it go and just watch and see how things were progressing between them. Maybe I was too impatient. Perhaps I needed to step back and let them work out their problems. It just seemed such a waste that two people that loved each other so much couldn’t do something as simple as build a life together. If I didn’t do anything else I wanted to get those two back together. They were meant for each other. Men were just such DICKS! Why couldn’t they admit they loved each other and work it out. Oh! That was too simple and straightforward. No Drama in that. I was dealing with the quintessential Drama Queen and Drama Princess. They had no intention of making this easy. I did the radio call and my spill before going into another commercial free music segment. I looked up and Westley was motioning that I had a personal telephone call. I picked up the line. “This is Eve.” “Hey, Eve this is Ernest. We met at the opening of Cocks & Tails. I’m one of the owners.” I couldn’t place his face but that wasn’t unusual. In my line of work I came in contact with people that remembered me even if I couldn’t recall who they were. “Hey, Ernest. How’s it hanging?” I asked. He laughed, “A little low and soft tonight. I’m callin’ cause Brian’s here. I remember you mentioned he was a friend the night you were here for the grand opening. Thought you might want to come get him. He’s past wasted. He’s with a guy I know is bad news. Guy named Rick. Real mean mutherfucker. I’ve heard some stories about his….let’s say sexual appetites that are a little troubling. He’s into some real rough stuff. I tried to warn Brian but he wouldn’t listen. I have been tryin’ to slow his roll as far as drinkin’ but ain’t no stoppin’ him.” I let out a weary sigh. I should just leave Brian’s ass at the club. Let this guy fuck him over and maybe it would teach him a lesson about getting high when he wasn’t with his family or friends. I wondered what had driven him tonight and why he was at Cocks & Tails. Woody’s and Babylon were his hangouts. Maybe he was hoping he wouldn’t be disturbed at Cocks & Tails. I checked the clock on the wall. I had 23 minutes before I was off. It would take me approximately 15 minutes to get to the bar. “Try to keep an eye on him. I’ll to be there within the hour. If he leaves with this PLEASE guy call me immediately. Okay?” “Will do.” “Do you know if he drove or came with anyone?” “He walked in alone. He hasn’t been alone since. When you’re Brian Kinney you don’t stay by yourself for long.” I nodded although Ernest couldn’t see it. “Thanks, Ernest. I owe you a big one.” I hung up with Ernest and immediately called Brian on his cell phone. It rung 3 times before he answered. He must have looked at his caller ID. “What the fuck do you want, Eve?” “For you to keep your dick in your pants, and keep one from entering your mouth. Mostly I want you to keep your wasted ass where you are! I’ll be there in less than an hour. Your narrow ass better be there! DO-NOT-LEAVE-WITH-THAT-GUY-YOU’RE-WITH!” “Who the fuck made you my Guardian Angel?” He sneered. “Brian, I don’t have time for your Drama Queen antics. Just don’t leave until I get there. GOT IT?” “I’m making no promises.” The line went dead in my ear. “Mutherfucker!” I yelled and slammed the telephone down. Westley was staring at me. I gave a wry smile and hit the intercom button. “Don’t worry. Just a friend making an ass of himself.” “I know how that is,” Westley said. -------------------- I caught a cab to the club. I figured Brian was in no condition to drive and leaving his car in the parking lot of the club was not an option. I decided I would just have to drive it home--with Brian in it. It took me several minutes to make it to the main bar. The billboard and TV ads had made my face quite recognizable. I stopped to talk to several people before I was able to make it to the bar. The club wasn’t that packed. Of course this was a Thursday night and Cocks & Tails was new and competing with Babylon. Brian was sitting at the end of the bar. In what I called his fuck wear. Black leather jacket over a white wife beater, black ass hugging jeans and his boots. He looked absolutely gorgeous and fuckable. Two guys were hanging on him. One I immediately didn’t like. He was medium height, heavily muscled, several large tattoos, hair dyed white blonde with visible dark brown roots and steely gray eyes. It was something about him that just shouted *trouble.* This was probably the Rick guy Ernest talked about. I barely glanced at the other guy. He wasn’t a threat. He was slim, 6”0, dark hair and eyes. Common pretty boy bottom. I dismissed him and concentrated my attentions on Rick. I let out a heavy sigh. Brian just couldn’t make things easy. I didn’t think it was going to be easy to get them to let go of their prize. At that moment I wanted to kick Brian’s ass from here back to his loft. I could tell from where I was standing Brian was wasted. Almost fall down wasted and he was still drinking. The owner motioned to me and I stepped closer to the bar. Ernest was a good-looking tall guy with curly dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. If he wasn’t Gay I’d eat him up. “Good thing you got here. They’ve been tryin’ to get him to leave for the last 10 minutes.“ “Thanks for calling me Ernest. If I can do anything to repay you just let me know.“ “Well, you could mention the club on your program. We’re a new club we can use all the free publicity we can get.“ “Tomorrow night I’ll be sure to mention that I stopped in to Cocks & Tails and had a fabulous time.” Ernest gave me a big-toothed smile. “Thanks, Eve I appreciate it.” I touched his arm. “So do I.” I took a deep breath to steel myself and approached Brian. I decided to be direct. I walked straight up to them. “Let’s go Brian.” I said firmly. Rick turned to give me the eye. “What do you want? No one here is interested in pussy.” I cut my eyes at him and ignored his jab. “Would seem I want the same thing you want….Brian.” The other guy piped in. “I know you. You’re that radio lady on the billboards…..ah, ah,” he snapped his fingers pointed his index finger at me. “Night Angel that’s it.” He was smiling like he expected me to give him a prize because he knew who I was. That was not about to happen. “That’s me. And boys I’m going to have to ruin your fun tonight. I don’t know what Brian told you but he’s leaving here with me.” “That’s not the way I see it.” Rick was being difficult. “Well that’s the way it is.” My voice was firm. Rick and I locked eyes. His were a light gray. They were probably very intimidating. Very little intimidated me. I didn’t back down from his challenge. “Why don’t we just see what Brian has to say about that,” Rick finally said when he realized he couldn’t intimidate me. Brian who had been quiet throughout the exchange leaned forward and threw his arm around my waist pulling me forward. I stood between his open thighs, my hands resting on his shoulders. He was weaving in his seat. He smelled of alcohol, sweat, smoke and the expensive cologne he wore. His breath smelled like he’d drank every bottle of liquor in the bar and consumed a carton of cigarettes. Not the best smell but I still sunk my tongue deeply in his mouth when he pulled me forward. I wanted to make a point to the pretty boy bottom and tattoo guy. After a few seconds I broke the kiss off and shoved Brian back in his seat. I turned to face them. “Sor-sorry guys,” Brian‘s voice slurred. “This is my lil’ Guardian Angel. She doesn’t like me to have a-n-y fun.” I pursed my lips. “Seems to me you’ve had plenty of fun. Fun time is over. Where the Hell is Mikey?” “At home with the Professor where he is supposed to be. What the FUCK are you doing here?” “Rescuing you,” I griped. “Doesn’t seem like Brian wants to be rescued,” Rick sneered. "So, fuck off!" I turned my cold golden glare on him. Not many people could stand up to it. Rick tried but I saw his gaze waver. “You Fuck Off Asshole! I don’t give a flying fuck what Brian wants. I came to this club to get him and I’m leaving here with him. If anyone puts something up his ass tonight it‘s going to be ME!” My tone left no room for argument. Rick scoffed, “And what the FUCK do you have to put up his ass?” I drew myself up to my less than considerable height and propped my hands on my suede-covered hips. My do not fuck with me stance. “My tongue, my finger, a dildo……NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS! Suffice to say your dick won’t being going up his ass tonight!” Rick didn’t much like what I said. He walked up on me and tried to intimidate me with his size and bulk. It didn’t work. I saw Ernest coming toward us with the big, burly guy from the front door. The bouncer. He had a shaved head thick muscles that made Rick’s muscles look like little ripples. I held up my hand to hold them back. “Look I don’t want any trouble. I came here for Brian,” I said. “Well we have a little something in common. You *came* for Brian and I intend to *come* inside Brian,” Rick and the other guy laughed at his joke. “Wrong Blonde Boy,” Brian said derisively. “Your dick and my asshole are not about to become acquainted.” That made Rick angry. He balled his fist up. I felt Brian tense. I could tell by his body language he was preparing for the fight. In his present condition I didn’t know how much help Brian would be. Although something told me wasted or not Brian could hold his own in a fight. Still I was really going to kick Brian’s ass when this was all over. I prepared for the fight I couldn’t see a way to avoid. I had already planned my attack on Rick---kick to the knee, quick fist to the throat hitting the Adam’s apple and if necessary a forceful palm thrust to the nose. I rarely kicked a guy in the dick. It‘s what most men expected and were prepared for. I tried to never do what was expected. I relaxed my muscles and balanced my weight evenly on my feet. Fight mode. Rick and I squared off. Rick noticed that Brian wasn’t as wasted as he thought. Add to that Ernest and the bouncer coming towards Rick and us backed down. He held up his hands in surrender. “Fuck it. No one’s worth this much trouble. Not even the chance to fuck Brian Kinney.” Brian snorted, “As if you ever had a chance of doing that.” Rick shot Brian an evil look as he and his companion slithered away. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and turned on Brian. “Get the fuck up!” I yelled. “What’s with the attitude?” he mumbled. “Just in case you didn’t know that guy was going to fuck you. As in shove his dick up *YOUR ASS!* with or without your consent. You bitched at me last month about going with guys I didn’t know anything about. Hell what about you?” Brian gave me a bleary cold look. “That guy was not going to shove his dick up my ass.! I don’t allow anyone to do that…….maybe Justin,” he said the last part softly. I almost didn’t hear it. “Well, Tattoo guy was going to give it a try.” “I wasn’t so wasted I was going to go anywhere with him. I know my limits. I was going to get the bartender to call me a cab. I wasn’t going anywhere with him,” he repeated. “Whatever,” I was still pissed. “Let’s go.” I pulled on his leather jacket. Brian staggered to his feet. Ernest and the bouncer helped me get Brian to the car. They stood in the parking lot as I adjusted the seat in Brian’s Corvette for my much shorter legs. I had to sit on the brief case Brian had in the car to see over the dashboard. Once I had made the adjustments I drove off. I had trouble maneuvering the car. I was lucky that he streets weren't crowded. It was safe to say a Corvette was not the car for me. Plus Brian's moans and covering his eyes didn’t help my driving. By the time we pulled up to his building I was in an even worst mood. Majorly pissed didn’t even begin to describe how I felt. We took the elevator to his loft. He stumbled in, locked the door and set the alarm. He didn’t even bother to ask if I was staying he just assumed I was. He went straight to the bar. “Want a drink?” He smirked. He held up the bottle of JB. I was so pissed at him I walked over and snatched the bottle from his hand. “You don’t need anything else to drink! You need to sober your ass up. What the fuck is your problem? And don’t lie to me like you do everyone else. At least have the decency to tell me the truth.” He stared at me for a few moments then snatched the bottle out of my hands and turned it up. I didn’t try to take it from him again. He stopped and wiped his mouth with the back of his hands. “I don’t want to talk about it,“ he mumbled. He dropped on the sofa and pulled out a cigar from the humidor on the table. I already knew that the cigar contained more than tobacco. He lit it and inhaled deeply. The sweet scent filled the air. I went and sat next to him. I was suddenly tired. It had been a long night. The scene at Cocks & Tails had drained me. I kept picturing what would have happened to Brian if Ernest hadn’t called me. I shuddered just thinking about it. Thinking about what Rick would have done to him. I didn’t want to argue with Brian and I didn’t want to waste energy being angry with him. He looked so torn and lost. Brian needed me as his friend. He had enough people on his back about his bad habits….judging everything he did. I didn’t want to be one of those people. I took the JB from his hands and turned it up. He watched amazed as I gulped it down. I handed it back to him. The liquor burned a path from my throat to my stomach and made my eyes water. I lifted the blunt from Brian’s fingers, took a deep drag and blew out the smoke. Brian took the blunt from me and gave me a *shotgun* holding the back of my neck in the palm of his hand as he blew the smoke in my mouth. The smoke went straight to my head. Brian put out the blunt and rested his forehead against mine. “You know I’m a bad influence. Everyone says so. You probably shouldn’t be around me.” I laughed already feeling a little giddy. “You are right you are a bad influence. So influence me some more.” He did. ------------------------ BRIAN I woke to the loudest snoring I’d heard in awhile. My head felt like it was weighed down by a ton of bricks. I wondered whom I brought home with me last night. I looked over and saw the jet-black hair peeping from beneath my velvet duvet and the diminutive bulge the body made under the covers. The events of last night came rushing back. I had to laugh. I remembered watching Eve walking towards me in Cocks & Tails. She had this thing for suede. Last night her deep burgundy suede pants molded to her round plump ass, the matching suede top met the waist band of her pants and was unbuttoned to show off her impressive cleavage. A multi colored scarf was draped around her neck. The vibrant colors a perfect foil for her dark coloring. She wore a pair of suede boots with four-inch heels and was carrying a matching drawstring purse. She didn’t have on a coat. I knew Eve’s wardrobe was more expansive than mine. She was the quintessential label Queen. I’m sure the outfit she was wearing cost at least $3,000.00--most likely more. Probably more than a month’s salary for half the patrons in the club. I could still see Eve standing in front of me like a shield, hands on her hips giving Rick and the other trick Hell. She was this tiny woman but she didn’t back down. Not once. She didn’t let Rick intimidate her. I could tell that if she were forced to she would have physically fought Rick and the trick to protect me. I was awed by her friendship and loyalty. I remembered the speech I’d given Eve about knowing something about the men she took home and I knew a lot about Rick. His reputation was well known. He was a Top into dishing out pain. I knew he’d try to fuck me and that we‘d most likely fight over who would Top whom. I also knew he’d probably leave me battered and bruised. I didn’t care. Last night I wanted pain. At least then I would have known I was alive. After seeing that ring on Justin’s finger I felt cold….dead. When Mikey let it slip that Justin was back I went to the Diner for dinner. I hadn’t done that in a while. I went to the counter because Justin was working it. I noticed the ring as he took my order. I asked about it. It was a commitment ring. Ethan had given it to him. I felt like he’d punched me in the chest and pulled out my heart. I was doing everything I knew to do to lure Justin back and he was slipping farther and farther away from me. I was tired of trying and having my efforts be for nothing. Justin was serious about his relationship with the fiddler. That little blowjob I gave him in the employee’s locker room had just been an interlude. It meant nothing to him. He’d moved on with his life…his life with the fiddler. I guess it was time that I thought about moving on with mine. I listened to Eve’s snores. I would laugh but I was afraid the noise would make my head explode. I was really going to tease her unmercifully about her snoring. The phrase *calling hogs* was running in my head. I wondered if Eve knew that her Grandfather had called me while they were in New York. He just wanted to thank me and extend his gratitude. His exact words:*If you ever need anything that I could possibly help you with don’t hesitate to call.* I did ask about the asshole Clemons. Mr. Van Austen told me he had an investigator do a little checking. Clemons had a history of assault on women starting as early as his days in high school. Unfortunately he had never been prosecuted. The women either dropped the charges or there was never enough evidence to pursue them. He had no police record. The information Mr. Austen had was gained from private sources. Well Mr. Van Austen said Clemons luck had ran out. It seemed he was in a little trouble at the Bank. A few of his accounts were missing some funds. As Mr. Van Austen stated if he was convicted Clemons faced jail time and some hefty fines. Barring that he was ruined in the banking industry and with his mounting legal fees he wouldn’t be living his high lifestyle much longer. I admired Mr. Van Austen’s method of punishment. Quick, efficient and thorough. I carefully sat up and reached over on the nightstand and grabbed my cigarettes and a lighter. There were two opened condom wrappers but only one condom in the ashtray. This would be the last time I did this. Eve and I were friends. Our little interlude of fucking each other had to end before it strained our friendship. I looked around the nightstand and on the floor. No condom. That didn’t make sense. I felt my dick. The condom wasn’t on it. I pulled the covers back. I didn’t see the condom. That only left one more place to look. So I did. EVE I felt fingers wiggling in my ass. My sore ass. “What the Fuck are you doing?” I yelled. I slapped the offending fingers away and sat straight up. That was the wrong move. The man in my head with the jackhammer got considerably louder. My left eye twitched from the pain. My mouth felt like something died inside it. I tasted cum, cigar smoke, liquor and who knows what else on my tongue. If my breath smelt anything like my mouth felt I’d kill someone if I breathed on him or her. “I’m looking for something,” Brian said as if that explained why his fingers were up my ass. I tried to glare at him. It was probably more of a squint. “Well, I don’t think you’re going to find it up my ass! What are you looking for anyway?” “A condom. There are two empty packets on the nightstand but only one condom in the ashtray.” “Ever thought that maybe you didn’t,” I used my fingers to form quotation marks, “*land the deal*,” I asked derisively. Brian scoffed, “If the condom packet is opened I,” he used his fingers for quotation marks to mock me, “*landed the deal.* If it’s not up your ass then…” He pushed his fingers between my thighs probing inside my *pussy.* “What-the-fuck-are-you-doing-now?” I was really getting tired of this shit. This was weird. Brian had his fingers in my pussy. Something was definitely wrong. The fact that I was naked and we had fucked was wrong. I had promised myself that wouldn’t happen again. Brian and I must have been totally fucked up last night to end up in bed together. “Found it.” Brain said triumphantly. He pulled out a condom and held it up like a prize so I could see it. I shook my head in disbelief. “Great,” I griped, “you fuck me hetero style and I can’t even remember it.” Brian examined the condom. He seemed very concerned about it. He finally tossed the condom in the ashtray. “If it makes you feel any better neither can I.” I cut my eyes at him. “No, actually that makes it worst. Not many men forget when I fuck them. To be exact most men find it a very memorable experience. I haven‘t studied the Kuma Sutra and put my gymnastics training to use to have a man forget I fucked him!“ “Don’t take it so personally,“ he teased. “I’m sure you were G-R-E-A-T! AND for the record I-Fucked-You.” I elbowed him in the side. That made him laugh. He leaned in to kiss me. I thwarted him with my hands. “Please if your breath smells any worst than mine if our lips and tongues meet it would probably be spontaneous combustion…..death on contact.” That made Brian laugh even harder. “There’s a toothbrush in the bathroom from your last stay here.” “Thanks,” I mumbled. I made my way to the bathroom. I took care of my morning business. Brushed my teeth and tongue vigorously and gargled. My mouth felt better but I still felt like crap. I found aspirin and took two. I looked at my reflection. I had circles under my eyes, they were blood shot and my skin looked ashen. I wasn’t looking my best and I had a personal appearance scheduled for 2:30 p.m. today. I was going to have to wear some heavy makeup today to look presentable. Brian came in and got in the shower. I couldn’t help it. I stood watching him soap his long, lean, luscious body. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t be turned on and infatuated with Brain. But Brian wasn’t for me. He never had been and I needed to get on with the business at hand. Brian and Justin….together as a couple. I looked at the clock it was 7:37 a.m. I wondered what time he had to be in the office. I went back to the bedroom and dressed. Luckily all of my clothes were there. I didn’t have my coat. I remembered that I’d left my car at the office and my coat was inside it. I would have to call a cab to get back to the studio. I grabbed a bottle of water from the frig and downed it. I was always dehydrated after a bout of drinking and getting high. I poured myself a glass of guava juice. I didn’t particularly like guava juice but it was the only thing there besides coffee and I wasn‘t much of a coffee drinker. Brian came out of the bedroom dressed. He had on a charcoal gray suit with a wine colored shirt and stripped tie. I felt under dressed in my suede. I couldn’t understand it. He had been up drinking and drugging all night and he looked like he had stepped off the pages of GQ. I on the other hand had done fewer drugs and drinking and I looked like and felt like crap. Life could be so unfair. Brian walked over reached around me and poured himself a cup of coffee. I moved to the breakfast bar and took a seat. Brian followed me. “What brought on last night?” I asked. I was prepared for him to avoid the question he didn’t. “Let’s say seeing Justin wearing the ring the fiddler gave him sent me into a tailspin. Justin *says* it is a commitment ring.” “Ah,” I said nodding my head. “You know it’s nothing. I just a piece of bullshit.” I’d seen the ring on Justin’s finger. That didn’t mean anything. It was a piece of metal. A piece of cheap metal at that. “What’s makes you so sure?” I shrugged, “The Fiddler isn’t you. Justin loves you Brian. Don’t allow him to forget it. Fuck the ring he’s wearing. Forget the Fiddler. Brian when you are trying to land an ad deal what do you do?” I could tell he didn’t know where I was going with this but he answered, “Go after it with everything I’ve got.” “Isn’t Justin more important than any ad deal you’ve ever landed?” “Yeah, so…,” “Well go after him with everything you have. I know the Stockwell thing is still a stickler but you can work around it. I know you can. Don’t let him go because of pride Brian. Don’t give up.” I let that sink in before I broached the other subject. Last night. I couldn’t even remember all of it. Only bits and pieces. I rarely got that high. Last night I felt as if Brian needed someone to share his pain with. Getting high was just my way of trying to tell him that I was there for him. That I was his friend. That he could depend on me. Of course now I was paying for it. “Brian about last night….” Before I could finish he laid a piece of paper on the counter. I realized he’d had it in his hand all along. “What’s this?” I asked as I read it. It was the results of an AIDS test showing that Brian had tested negative. The results were only about 2 months old. I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Why did you give this to me?” Confused didn’t begin to describe what I felt. “The condom got stuck up you. When I pulled it out it wasn’t…….full. Some cum must have leaked out . I‘ll take another test today if it will ease your mind.” “Oh.” I understood. “Brian I should be showing you my latest results too. Maybe not recently but my track record is pretty long too. Just a few weeks ago I fucked the doctor my grandparents had examine.“ A smile crossed my face. “Many times.“ “If the smile is any indication it must have been quite memorable. Intend to see him again?“ “No he was just a fuck. You know how it is Brian. I fucked him more than once he became a pest. I won’t make that mistake again. I like to fuck Brian. I love the chase, the conquer just like you do. The condom got stuck in me last night. I will admit that rarely happens but it did. It’s a concern but it’s a chance we both took when we fucked last night. It’s a chance we take every time we fuck someone.” “Yeah but you were wasted last night. Not exactly thinking clearly. I should have been more careful.” “We were both wasted,” I reminded him. “*WE* both should have been more careful. We consented to what occurred last night. Let’s leave it at that.” That seemed to pacify him. Now I had to move on to other things. “Brian do you like lemon ice cream?” He looked at me strangely. “It’s okay. It’s certainly not my favorite.” “Mine either,” I admitted. “But occasionally I’ll see lemon ice cream and it will be mixed with something like strawberry, raspberry or chocolate and I’ll try it. Then I realize that regardless to what it’s mixed with I don’t particularly like lemon ice cream.” Brian was staring at me. I guess he was wondering where I was going with my little story. I wrapped it up. “That’s how it’s been with us. With the sex. I know you don’t like having sex with a woman. I’m sorta like lemon ice cream with a twist. You tried it because it seemed like it had something different but in the end you realized it’s just the same.” I could see by the expression on his face that he was finally getting the gist of where I was going with my speech. “I had a different twist than most women. I’m not beautiful but the combination of my looks and voice have been turning heads since I was thirteen. Plus I was a lot like you. A predator. I presented a challenge to you. I give one helluva a blowjob, I can contort my body into positions most women and men can only dream of. I let you fuck me in the ass and I don’t expect anything from you. *But* now you’ve realized that after all that I’m still a woman and you still get off on dicks and asses not tits and pussy. And since I’m not about to grow and nine inch dick and you aren’t about to pledge your undying love to pussy this little interlude needs to end.” “Well,” Brian teased, “there are surgeries that can give you that nine inch dick and rid you of those annoying tits.” I laughed out loud and playfully slapped his chest. “Ouch,“ he whined. I gave him an indulgent smile and continued. “You love to fuck men. Not women. And you love One Man in particular. I’m saying this because I want you to know that what we have done and what we did last night…..the fucking was just an interesting twist. It was just an interlude in our life. Pleasant and short and doesn‘t need to be repeated. Our connection lies in friendship not sex.” Brian leaned forward and kissed me. “There not many people I call friend Eve. You are one of the few.“ “I’m proud to be called your friend.“ We shared a kiss. Wet, hot tongues and mouths smashed together. Clinging to each other. Letting go of what could never be and should have never been. Brain was the first to pull back from the kiss. His hand still gripped my neck his forehead resting against mine. “The fucking ends here,“ He said. “It ends today,“ I agreed. We were putting the interlude behind us and our platonic friendship in front of us.