“Well,” Doug said, “when Hallie told me that, I was floored, as you can imagine.”
“Oh, I don’t know, stud. I am in love with you. I can easily imagine that Hallie might be, too.”
Stan and Doug were sitting on Doug’s screen porch drinking merlot. Doug had been telling his lover about his lunch with Hallie Hall earlier that day.
“So, Don Juan, what happened next?”
“It’s not funny! Doug said. “Call me stupid, unobservant, whatever. I had no idea she wanted any more out of the relationship than I did. I thought we had agreed to be just good friends, to go places and do things together because it was convenient and, sure, because we enjoyed each other’s company.”
“Did you two ever do anything physical?”
“Nothing more than hugs or a peck on the cheek once in a while.”
“You’d think she wou
