Chapter 22
Craig buys me all of my drinks at the Blue Collar Bar, since my birthday is tomorrow. I become loaded on Captain Morgan and Cokes, dance the evening away with his houseboys, and have the time of my life. Craig enjoys my company to the fullest, and calls me the life of a party. By midnight, I attempt to become sober and stop drinking. Tucked into one of the bar’s corners, the construction worker and I indiscreetly talk.
He begins the conversation with, “How are your two lovers?”
“Could we really consider them my lovers?” I question, perplexed by his label.
He nods his head. “Of course we can. You care for the two of them. You’ve told me you’ve had s*x with both. What else would we call them?”
“The blowjob with Block was not really sex.”
“Did you shoot your wad?”
“I did.”
