Jack looked at me, apparently noticing my extreme discomfort. Xxnx Don’t worry about him. I’ll be right back.”
I nodded, half listening, as he walked off. “It’s a Bloody Mary, minus the blood.” He chuckled, walking toward the couch. Jack flagged down the waitress and handed her a fifty, motioning for her to keep the change. I glanced at the paintings, lighting, mosaics… I was stunned. Wednesday, 13 December 2006, 23:00[/center]
He’s gay. Totally understand. Jack instinctively took command of the situation. We’re catching up and reminiscing old times. Jack pointed across the street to a high-rise apartment building. I’m sure it’s nothing like my apartment. “Naw, dude. The hell has he been doing the past four years to earn that? Can I come up?
