That night at René’s place was a revelation. His friends were fun, actually, and a bit rowdy. They meant well, though. Bryce had approached me right off when I arrived and was apologetic for his behavior the last time we’d seen each other. I told him not to worry about it, that maybe he’d had a point, too, and I hadn’t been ready to see it at the time.
I met all the other crazy people: Bruce, Horace, Tim, Martin, and Grimm. I was told by each one that I was the only guy with whom they’d ever seen René act this way, and this from guys who had dated him, too.
We had a nice meal, decadent dessert provided by René, of course, over which I suitable moaned, loud enough for catcalls, especially when the man himself sat in my lap and turned those moans into kisses. I blushed a lot, but I laughed
