Chapter 12
Back in the car, Alan slouches behind the wheel. “I am stuffed. I hope I don’t zonk out by the end of the first act.”
“We could walk, if you want,” Jim suggests. “Get some exercise.”
Alan laughs. “Yeah, no. I’ll end up in hospital then. I ate way too much.”
“But you have to admit the food was good.”
“It was delicious,” Alan concedes. “I can see why you wanted to go back even after that disastrous date.”
Jim touches Alan’s knee, sending a spark of electric lust shooting up his thigh to his crotch. “This was a much better date, trust me.”
Alan admits, “I only hope you like the opera now. Otherwise the date will go downhill and it’ll be all my fault.”
“Fat ladies singing in Italian,” Jim jokes. “What’s not to like?”
“Actually, this one’s in French.” Alan starts the car and
