Along the way, the two of them told me how they met, shared a frat in college with David, this and that and the other thing. I was nodding, saying, “Oh,” and “Cool,” and “Oh that’s interesting” at all the right places. I wasn’t trying to be rude. It was just the fact that my mind was filled with too many images of the two of them doing countless, unspeakable things to me for me to be able to make any sort of logical, rational conversation at that point.
We finally got back home. I told Steve that there was a smaller spare bedroom next to the one that Robert was occupying. He could take that one if he wanted. He nodded and said, “thank you.” The two of them went into the house, talking about anything and everything under the sun, I imagine. I didn’t really know. My mind was stuck on other
