Kurt
“Tell the truth and shame the devil,” my grandmother likes to say. I saw Dane in the hallway at Kling that day and followed him into the break room with the intention of picking him up. I also confess I’d been thinking about f*****g him. I didn’t count on liking him so much—or that he would like me. From that first encounter, though, we wanted to be together as much as we could.
“Be together.” That means two things, and both were true in our case. We liked to just hang together whenever we could. But more and more we wanted to rip each other’s clothes off and go at it, so “be together” also meant having s*x. The problem was, we didn’t have any place where we could do that.
Oh, we kissed a lot, furtively at first, and then, as our feelings and frustration became more intense, blatan
