And we did.
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Although Davis House itself had a fine restaurant, we dined each evening in a different restaurant in Old Town.
We saw drag shows, nearly naked boys dancing on the bars, and comedians who weren’t half bad.
Afterward, we’d go barhopping, trying various brightly colored drinks garnished with fruit or paper umbrellas.
“I think I’m gonna start collecting these,” Wills said, and he sucked off the cherry that was speared on the end.
I ran my hand up his thigh. “Do that again, and I can’t vouch for my behavior.”
“Do wh…Oh.” His tongue peeked out to touch his upper lip, and he looked down, but not before I’d seen the pleasure in his eyes.
How was it that none of the women he’d dated, or even Michael, that i***t friend of his, had seen what I saw when I looked at him? I
