Bruce pats my shoulder and says, “Basically, you’re too nice for this assignment. I roll my eyes, asking, “Do you want me to drive you to Yale, Cowboy?” He goes, “Huh? Gay porn It’s just that I can’t imagine him doing anything that I wouldn’t forgive, no matter how egregious. Nasty fellow, but the young guy was interesting.Going inside, I immediately see the young guy in the restaurant section. Yep, I’m getting used to being called babe. So when will classes start?” We talk about that, and I detect nervousness in both of them even as they’re both trying for blase and failing at it.They have lunch on the boardwalk while I do my mile swim, the lifeguard finally not bothering to blow his whistle at me. It’s simply how our relationship developed, starting with the absurd pussy boy training. It’s probably a good idea, though. What Bruce doesn’t seem to grasp, however, is that I don’t know any more about the business world than he does.All business concerns leave my mind when we’re in the apartment because Bruce is amorous during the day. I mean, it happened, and nothing will change that.
