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work, it was nice to just kick back at home, with a gram of coke and the boys of Sean Cody. Sex and drugs.
    After Aaron fucked me, we lay there, and he held me. “How long are you in town for?” I asked.
    â€œNot sure yet, depends how quick I get my work done.” He kissed my shoulder. “And maybe if there’s a reason to stay longer.”
    I sat up. “It was nice, Aaron. Very nice. But it can’t happen again. I’m with Steven now.”
    â€œDo you love him?”
    â€œYes. I know that seems stupid to say after what we just did, but I do.”
    He stood up, and wrapped his towel around his waist. “I’m happy for you then, Alex, I really am.” He saw my phone, and picked it up. “Here’s my number though,” he continued, as he punched it in, “in case you just want to get coffee or something while I’m here.”
    â€œI’d like that.”
    He leaned in and kissed me, maybe longer than was appropriate. Or maybe not given he’d just been inside me. “Call me.” And he left.
    It was crazy, but it’s not like we’d had a bad breakup. It just had gotten so boring. There’d been no surprises anymore. We knew everything. We didn’t challenge each other, didn’t inspire each other. I looked at his number in my phone, and my finger hovered over the DELETE CONTACT button. It couldn’t hurt to keep though. Maybe being friends was the healthy thing to do. I’d have to ask Dinah.
    I lay there, staring at my phone and trying to ignore the mess of emotions inside my head. Finally, the phone rang, unknown number. “Well done, Alex,” he said, when I answered.
    â€œI did what you wanted. Now let him go.”
    â€œYou need to tell him.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œHe needs to hear it from you, and don’t skimp on the details.”
    â€œThat’s sick.” I heard the phone volume change, could tell he’d put me on a speakerphone.
    â€œAlex!”
    Steven’s voice cut me like a knife. I could still feel Aaron inside me. Aaron. Steven. My head spun. “Steven, are you okay?”
    â€œTell him what you did, Alex. Tell him where you are.”
    â€œI’m at the bathhouse. I had sex. He told me I had to. He told me he’d hurt you.”
    â€œIn detail, Alex.”
    â€œWhy? You got what you wanted, isn’t that enough?”
    â€œNot even a little bit.”
    â€œIt’s okay, Alex, I forgive you.” He was crying. I was too.
    â€œTell him!”
    I did, without mentioning that it had been Aaron. That was unnecessary pain. I could hear Steven sobbing, but every time I tried to hold back something, the man kept at me: “Is that it? Was there more?” Until finally I said, “That’s everything! What more do you want me to say? You know everything!”
    â€œDo we? Tell Steven how much you liked it, how much you enjoyed that stranger fucking you like the trash you are.”
    Steven was sobbing, I was sobbing. “Fine! I liked it! Let him go!”
    â€œOh no, Alex, that’s not how it works. It’s not done yet.”
    â€œYou promised . . .”
    â€œI promised nothing! Besides, what do promises mean? You said you loved this waste of skin here, and what was that worth? You got on your knees and got fucked by the first guy that came along.”
    â€œWhat choice did I have?”
    â€œThere’s always a choice, Alex! You could have let me kill him without him ever having to know what a disgusting faggot you are.” His laugh was a cold, harsh bark. “I’ll be in touch. Don’t forget, no cops!”
    The phone went dead, and I was crying. What did he want now? What would he ask of me? And would Steven ever forgive me? It was true, what he’d said. Maybe not tonight, but Friday with the twins? I was drunk and high and not thinking about Steven then at all. Well, hardly at all.
    I needed to get home. I got