Linda laughed, while I prayed the conversation would turn to anything else but the track it was on. Barbra would have been nice. “Not how you like your steak, Bob. I was talking about how you like your men.”
He coughed as a bit of his drink sloshed out of the glass. “I, um…what?”
“Well, not your men, per se; just men in particular. Do they kiss each other softly and gently, like you kiss me, or more, well, animalistic?”
Bob turned and looked at me and grinned. “Is she kidding?”
I finished my drink and chewed on an ice-cube. “I’m afraid not,” I replied, a slight blush making its way up my neck. “Your girlfriend seems to think that she’s living next to a caveman.”
He nodded. “Or living with.”
“Yes to both,” the girlfriend in question tossed in. “In any case, humor me, please; do gay me
