Chapter Nine
The phone rings as I return to the apartment from my day at classes. I rush to answer it and find a familiar voice on the other end.
“Isaac, how’s Greece!”
“Warm and friendly and very sexy, how about you?”
“The same,” I reply.
“My, you’re sounding sassy.”
“I’m feeling sassy, losing my grip on Robby,” I announce.
“Oh?”
“It’s over. I decided it last night.” I don’t tell him about being in the stranger’s arms—in fact not a word about the stranger to him again after his last cautions.
“So, you’re in the arms of another man—not that guy without the name, I hope.”
“Oh, he has a name, but he has nothing to do with my decision. I’ve just come to some important conclusions.”
“You tell Rob?”
“No, not yet, and maybe not for a while. I’m getting used to the idea of leavi
