“Are you sure I can tell you this?”
I nod. “Whatever this is, you can tell me. We’re friends, remember?” Not best friends, but very close friends. Rugby friends. “Tell me what you want to say. Get it off your mind. Tell me. If you can’t trust me, you can’t trust anyone.”
“Cliff is pissed because I can’t get an erection with him. It’s happened more than once in the last six weeks. It’s really irritating him. We had a huge fight tonight. You left and we ate our salads, watched a long documentary on Andy Warhol, fell asleep, and woke up around nine. After our nap, we had some wine, ordered a pizza, and then he put the moves on me. He wore this tight pair of Box underwear. It was super hot. Totally sexy. But I couldn’t get hard. He didn’t get me hard. That sent him over the edge. He tried to
