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eggs and a tube of biscuits. That should do it. It’s not a cheese strata and berries with cream, but it will do in a pinch.
    I cut the turkey bacon in half, then started to fry it. “I hope you like turkey bacon.”
    He smiled. “Actually, I love it. I like it better than regular bacon.”
    “Me too.” I was half expecting him to make some excuse to dash out the door, realizing that he made a huge mistake in coming here, so I was relieved that he wanted to stay for breakfast.
    “Can I help?”
    “No, I got it.” After the bacon was done, I poured the eggs into the same pan, adding a little bit of olive oil and minced garlic to the pan. I had already put my Pillsbury biscuits in the oven, and they were almost done. I dug into my freezer and opened up a can of orange juice concentrate, and squeezed it into a container, adding water to mix it up.
    Everything finished, I produced two plates - I had to interrupt the dishwasher cycle to get them- and piled some bacon, eggs, and biscuits on each plate. I set the plates down on the counter, and then got two TV trays out for us to eat on.
    “Sorry,” I said, feeling embarrassed again, “I don’t have room for a dining room table, so I have to eat on these TV trays.”
    He smiled, sincerely - the first sincere smile I have seen in awhile, to be honest. “Not a problem.”
    As we ate, I was dying to ask him a million questions. About his ex-wife, about his therapist, about Sheldon (the non humper and pumper). About Nick. Most of all, about his dream. What did his father do to him?
    “So, what are you up to today?” Ryan asked.
    Besides laundry?  “No real plans.”
    He seemed suddenly shy. “Would you, uh, like to hang out?” he asked, not looking me in the eye. He seems afraid of rejection.
    “Sure, what did you have in mind?”
    “Well, I chose the last activity. Your turn.” His face was instantly brightened.
    “Um, well, let’s see….How about we pack up a picnic basket with some roasted chicken, some bread and some wine and take it out to the park by the art gallery? I think that there is a Shakespeare play there tonight. Let me look in the paper….” I brought out the paper, turning to the art section. “Yes, see, Twelfth Night is playing.”
    “I love that play!”
    And we were off. I drove him to his car, just up the street, and he followed me back to my apartment complex so that I could drive with him in his car to the park. We stopped by the Hen House to pick up a roasted chicken, and I packed the chicken into a picnic basket that I had picked up at a thrift store a few years back. We also picked up some roasted new potatoes and roasted green beans. A bottle of Two Buck Chuck completed the meal, along with a small loaf of bread. I had also packed an Indian blanket, but we had to stop by his house to pick up two small lawn chairs for the evening performance. Also, Ryan wanted to check on Maximus and Brutus, and change his clothes, of course. He was still wearing his dress pants, silk shirt and Ferragamo shoes from the night before.
    “Daniel checks on them when I am away, but I want to see them for at least a little bit before we go,” Ryan said, referring to the dogs.
    “Why don’t we bring them along?” I remembered that dogs were welcome in that park.
    “Sounds great.” So, when we stopped by his house, Maximus and Brutus were harnessed. They leaped about, excited to be going. He also got two lawn chairs. “Um, we better take the Escalade.” Another Escalade? I thought, remembering his driver also drove an Escalade. We went into the garage, and Ryan packed the dogs, in their carriers, into the Escalade, along with the two chairs, and the picnic basket filled with goodies.
    Driving to the park, Ryan held my hand the whole way. Every other stoplight, he kissed me softly. I watched his groin, remembering last night’s erection. I hope that isn’t a problem now. However, it became evident that it was. There wasn’t much hiding it, the guy