Patrick laughed. He’d been caught in the closet. Maybe it shouldn't be funny, but that's how it felt.
Slipping off the bed, Patrick sauntered into the other room and came back with the half-full wine bottle. In the fifteen seconds he was out of the room, James made himself comfortable at the head of the bed. Patrick missed his footing when he saw James lying there, but he recovered, topped up James's glass, and then his own.
"You know," he said, setting the bottle on the bedside table. He sat next to James on the bed. "I used to teach a college course in short story writing. There was a member of the faculty, professor... oh, what was his name? Timothy something, I think. Or maybe it was Tom. Anyway, I remember him telling a story about the early days of research in the history of sexual
