I met Ray at his apartment. He answered the door in nothing but a towel. I figured that towels were hard to sculp, so Michelangelo simply carved a pee-pee. I’d never before in my life involuntarily groaned, but there’s always a first time for everything. Like f*****g Jeff in a bathroom stall. In drag. Though I was trying not to think of Jeff when I was with Ray. Ray standing there in a towel made my trying a hell of a lot easier.
“You’re not going to the movies like that, are you?” I asked. “Because I left my towel back at home, and I’d hate for you to feel uncomfortable.”
“I was surfing. It’s hard to keep track of time when you’re surfing.”
I nodded. “Trust me, I know of hard.”
He dropped the towel. “Does this make it worse?”
You know that first-time involuntary groan? Funny thing ab
