tell he really enjoyed it."
"Yes, it was very one-sided, and I feel confident saying I highly doubt there was ever any name-chanting going on.” Writers were supposed to write about what they knew, and the jackass wasn't even getting that right.
"Hell, even I was getting wood!"
"All right, that's information I didn't need to know.” I was embarrassed for the both of us now. “If you think he sounds so great, you go sleep with him.” Let him see what it was like not to breathe for ninety seconds.
"Yeah, that's about as likely as you sleeping with him.” Ryan looked away. “Personally, I think the guy is definitely weird, especially after all the stories I've heard about him."
"Stories?” I stammered. “What stories? There are stories?” There were stories?
"Just weird stuff, things that wouldn't interest you.” He saw that I really wanted to know. “I heard people talking about him last semester, but I didn't know exactly who he was until recently. Anyway, they said he's kind of a slut."
"A slut?” I peered at him. “Isn't it kind of strange to call another guy a slut?"
"What do you want me to call him? A gigolo?” Ryan stared at me. “There may be a lot of jiggling going on, but trust me, if he's anything even remotely close to how I heard him described then he's a slut."
"And you couldn't have mentioned this to me, oh, say, sooner ?"
"Does it matter?” Something caught his attention. “Speak of the sphincter."
"Don't let me interrupt."
Tristan startled me and slid into the booth right next to Ryan. “I can sit here and start writing number twenty-one. The big question today, though, is whether I call it ‘Orgasm’ or ‘Climax.’”
Well, at least I no longer had to wonder if he'd caught the reference to himself in my vampire story.
"If you'd said that in class, I might've been amused.” Actually, if Tristan had said that to me in class, I might have just decked him. Then, too, after what Cathleen said about my story, anything anybody else could say would just kind of pale in comparison.
"Don't you want to know what I thought of it?” he baited me.
"And your cry-baby, whiny-ass artistic opinion would be?” Ryan jumped in. “Wait...” Something occurred to him at that moment, probably the very same thing that had occurred to me. “Didn't you just read ‘Orgasm Sixteen’ in class?"
"Yeah.” Tristan knew where this was going.
"And...” I followed Ryan's train of thought. “...didn't you say you had Twenty to read to us for the next class?” He nodded. “And didn't you just leave class, use the bathroom and come out here?” There had to be an explanation for this. It was going to be a strange explanation, but I was sure there was one.
"Yeah.” He grinned mischievously and reached down to adjust himself under the table.
Who the hell had been in there with him? Ryan and I hadn't been talking very long, so at least Tristan's timing was consistent. We looked back over at the bathroom, but there was no way we could be sure if whoever had been in there with him was still there or long gone. He couldn't have had some prearranged meeting, could he? People didn't do that sort of thing, did they? In a public bathroom? What the hell was next? Rest stops?
"I meant to ask you something the other night.” He looked at me. “What's your sign?"
"Do Not Enter,” I shot back. Ryan would have fallen out of his seat if he'd been able to, but Tristan was unimpressed.
"Oh, get over it!” He watched in dismay as I refused to give him the reaction he was looking for. “He who lives by the sword has a hell of a lot more fun than he who never bothers to take it out and use it."
"He who lives by the sword is simply shot by those who don't. Haven't you ever seen Raiders of the Lost Ark ?” I glared at him. “Why are you here?"
"Why am I here? Come on, Andy,” Tristan cooed. “You know I'd go to the ends of the earth for you."
"Yes, but would you stay there?” The amused expression on
"Yes, it was very one-sided, and I feel confident saying I highly doubt there was ever any name-chanting going on.” Writers were supposed to write about what they knew, and the jackass wasn't even getting that right.
"Hell, even I was getting wood!"
"All right, that's information I didn't need to know.” I was embarrassed for the both of us now. “If you think he sounds so great, you go sleep with him.” Let him see what it was like not to breathe for ninety seconds.
"Yeah, that's about as likely as you sleeping with him.” Ryan looked away. “Personally, I think the guy is definitely weird, especially after all the stories I've heard about him."
"Stories?” I stammered. “What stories? There are stories?” There were stories?
"Just weird stuff, things that wouldn't interest you.” He saw that I really wanted to know. “I heard people talking about him last semester, but I didn't know exactly who he was until recently. Anyway, they said he's kind of a slut."
"A slut?” I peered at him. “Isn't it kind of strange to call another guy a slut?"
"What do you want me to call him? A gigolo?” Ryan stared at me. “There may be a lot of jiggling going on, but trust me, if he's anything even remotely close to how I heard him described then he's a slut."
"And you couldn't have mentioned this to me, oh, say, sooner ?"
"Does it matter?” Something caught his attention. “Speak of the sphincter."
"Don't let me interrupt."
Tristan startled me and slid into the booth right next to Ryan. “I can sit here and start writing number twenty-one. The big question today, though, is whether I call it ‘Orgasm’ or ‘Climax.’”
Well, at least I no longer had to wonder if he'd caught the reference to himself in my vampire story.
"If you'd said that in class, I might've been amused.” Actually, if Tristan had said that to me in class, I might have just decked him. Then, too, after what Cathleen said about my story, anything anybody else could say would just kind of pale in comparison.
"Don't you want to know what I thought of it?” he baited me.
"And your cry-baby, whiny-ass artistic opinion would be?” Ryan jumped in. “Wait...” Something occurred to him at that moment, probably the very same thing that had occurred to me. “Didn't you just read ‘Orgasm Sixteen’ in class?"
"Yeah.” Tristan knew where this was going.
"And...” I followed Ryan's train of thought. “...didn't you say you had Twenty to read to us for the next class?” He nodded. “And didn't you just leave class, use the bathroom and come out here?” There had to be an explanation for this. It was going to be a strange explanation, but I was sure there was one.
"Yeah.” He grinned mischievously and reached down to adjust himself under the table.
Who the hell had been in there with him? Ryan and I hadn't been talking very long, so at least Tristan's timing was consistent. We looked back over at the bathroom, but there was no way we could be sure if whoever had been in there with him was still there or long gone. He couldn't have had some prearranged meeting, could he? People didn't do that sort of thing, did they? In a public bathroom? What the hell was next? Rest stops?
"I meant to ask you something the other night.” He looked at me. “What's your sign?"
"Do Not Enter,” I shot back. Ryan would have fallen out of his seat if he'd been able to, but Tristan was unimpressed.
"Oh, get over it!” He watched in dismay as I refused to give him the reaction he was looking for. “He who lives by the sword has a hell of a lot more fun than he who never bothers to take it out and use it."
"He who lives by the sword is simply shot by those who don't. Haven't you ever seen Raiders of the Lost Ark ?” I glared at him. “Why are you here?"
"Why am I here? Come on, Andy,” Tristan cooed. “You know I'd go to the ends of the earth for you."
"Yes, but would you stay there?” The amused expression on
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