“Because we’re sleeping together. He’s queer. And I’m queer. We want to be together. We’re in love. But Cliff won’t have it. He wants Darsey for himself, even if their body parts aren’t working together lately.”
Iron raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”
“I’ll make it simple. The gay boys aren’t communicating well in the bedroom. And Cliff likes a lot of sex.”
“Got it.” He nods. “I understand. You want to use my d**k and other accessories to break a couple up, right?”
I shake my head. “No. Wrong. Absolutely not. Let me clarify. I want to have a small gathering next weekend. The sixth. Saturday evening. I want to invite you and probably eight or nine other people to a cocktail party. You’re single, and you can mingle around the room. I’m not saying you have to hit it off with C
