There was always an element of risk involved.
There was a lot to be said about the 3am clientele.
Some 99¢ margaritas later…
It did seem novel at first.
Naturally, Manuel was oblivious.
(He couldn’t give in.) Not now.
It was all so very simple. Excruciatingly simple.
Well…it was now or never.
On the ride back, I couldn’t help but wonder: Was I better off without him?
Michael had just about had it with the innuendos.
He was gonna teach that faggot a lesson.
He was too nervous to ask.
Yeah. He was packing his bags tonight.
