Ray arrived home and threw his keys into the bowl on the table in the entry hall. He was agitated.
Why did I do this? I should never have done this!
These thoughts repeated over and over. They had ever since Br’er had left the hotel room. Ray wasn’t sure why. He’d enjoyed the s*x. He found Br’er to be a delightful young man. He was cute, sexy, and Ray was strongly attracted to him. All this had confirmed what Ray had suspected. He was gay.
So, why with all that positivity did he resolutely feel he’d never do this again? Not having a ready answer, he went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Before he slid beneath the sheets, he sat on the bed to check his landline and found there were three voicemails. The first was from his office with a question about one of the books that was slated
