When Jim got home to Brian’s, he found his lover reading a music book from the library. He got up from the kitchen table to meet Jim, then clapped his hands to his face while his mouth formed a silent O.
Jim scrunched his face in confusion.
“You screwed Mrs. Wilson.”
“Why would you say that?”
“You’re late and it’s all over your face.” He sniffed. “You have perfume on you.”
Jim sat at the table and held his head in his hands. “She took me to her bedroom and got naked, but I told her ‘no.’”
“Are you sure? I won’t be too mad. Did you tell her about us?”
He nodded. “Sort of. I said I was gay and I had a lover.”
“I want to know all about it, but first I have to take you to the emergency room.”
“Why?”
“To disinfect you. Girls got cooties!” Brian let out a deep laugh like his dad’s.
“W
