Chapter 9
Ray returned from his mini vacation. I set up a date. Dinner. At his place. I feigned a bad back and a need for company without s*x. Hunched over, I entered his apartment.
“Poor baby,” he said, rubbing my shoulders. He tried for a kiss and managed to graze my cheek. He was tan from his brief sojourn to Mexico, making him all the more handsome. Me, I had a boyfriend, which is what I kept telling myself as he continued to rub my shoulders, as my d**k feverishly protested from within my jeans.
“I twisted when I should’ve turned.” I aimed my body for his couch and fell backwards with a well-placed wince and grunt. “Better.” I glanced up at him. “How was Mexico?”
“We found a drag bar. Britney impersonation, it turns out, is universal.”
I made the sign of the cross over my chest.
