Guy
When JB asked me that morning if we could get together again, I don’t know what came over me. Ordinarily, I’d have put him off. We might have gotten together once or twice more, but that would have been the end of it. Twice and out. It took somebody very special to get a third night with me. I’ve just had too much fun playing around with all the great-looking studs available on a university campus to get serious about any of them. But when JB asked, without even thinking I suggested we get together that evening. We set something up before he left.
That afternoon I was sitting in my office and, since things were pretty quiet, I began to think about Bonner. Why was he different? What was there about him that would make me consider breaking my long-standing rule?
The boy was cute, but
