DAPHNE

On a spur of the moment I called Eve. I knew it was her day off. Plus Heather was gone. It would give me a chance to spend some one on one time with Eve. Not that I didn’t like Heather it was just that Heather made me feel as if I was intruding on a private moment between her and Eve. 

Well Heather was gone on assignment and I decided to call Eve to see if she wanted some company. I was lucky and found her at home. I asked if she wanted some company. I thought she hesitated for a moment but she told me to come over. I asked if she had eaten she said no. I told her not to cook anything I’d bring something with me. I stopped off and picked up a veggie pizza, hot wings and Eve’s favorite fried vegetables. Eve met me at the door with a kiss. She took one of the bags from my hand.

I walked behind Eve into the family room. It was amazing how a simple top and a pair of straight legs jeans looked like *fuck wear* on Eve. The top was made out of soft stretch suede like material. The long sleeves of the top were of a sheer fabric Eve’s muscles clearly discernible. The stretch top‘s elastic band stopped just below Eve‘s breast. Her upper torso and waist were sleekly muscled. Her jeans were faded the well worn fabric hugged her hips, ass and were cut low to expose her pierced navel and tattoo. There was even a tear in the jeans just below her left cheek. Her feet were bare but on her left ankle was a thin gold anklet with a chain running along the top of her foot that attached to her toe ring. I had seen the same type of jewelry on women in those films from India. 

For all its simplicity Eve’s ensemble was very erotic and sexy. Instead of framing her face the way she usually wore it her hair was brushed back off her face highlighting her bold features. I studied Eve as I trailed behind her. I was as slim as Eve. I just didn’t have the muscle tone. I wondered how long it had taken her to build them. They weren’t bulky or heavy looking. They just looked very sleek, very sexy. Maybe developing a few muscles wouldn’t be so bad. 

I was wearing jeans and a silk t-shirt. It just didn’t have the same impact as what Eve was wearing. Eve once told me that everyone had to find his or her style. The look that was just for them and in her words *work it. * I think it was time for me to find a style all my own.

The thought crossed my mind that I may have disturbed one of Eve’s fuck dates. She said that fucking was her favorite past time. The last thing I wanted to do was cock block.

“Were you expecting company? Some hot hunky guy?” 

She shrugged, “Yeah, but I’m glad you called. I wasn’t really in the mood to put on the *Greatest Fuck Ever* show.”

The one thing I’d learned -- Eve was not the shy type. She believed in herself in what she was capable of doing. When she stated that she was the *Greatest Fuck Ever* she believed it 100% and probably had countless fucks ready to agree with her.

“Well good thing I called.” I told her. “You don’t need to perform for me.”

We’d demolished the veggie pizza, hot wings and fried vegetables. The containers littered the floor around us. We were sipping on vodka and tonic while sitting on the floor listening to Jill Scott. I’d caught Eve up on the whole Christian situation and how well her advice worked. When Christian, his friends and instigators realized I couldn’t be baited and that I didn’t give a fuck about what Christian was saying about me it died down. I told her now he was running behind me. Eve didn’t say much she only commented when needed. I did most of the talking that was fine because I loved talking. Eve seemed to be in a very introspective mood tonight. All the months that I’ve known her I’ve never seen her so somber. 

“You are a little quiet tonight. Does it have anything to do with Heather leaving?” 

“A little,” she admitted. 

“She’s very special to you isn’t she?” 

“Yeah, she is,” she answered softly. 

As much as I hated to admit it I was a little jealous of her friendship with Heather. Although she had included me in some of their outings I could tell they had a very strong bond. That they shared years together where our friendship only stretched over a few months. I still remember the day Justin introduced me to Eve when I stopped at the diner for lunch one day. Eve and I really hit it off. After that all of us just started spending time together. I’ve had girlfriends before but Eve was different. She was older, mature, experienced yet she was really cool and fun to be around. We started hanging out together even if Justin wasn't with us. After a while it just felt like I’d known Eve forever. She was like a big sister to me. A mentor. I really valued her friendship, enjoyed her company and respected her advice.

I was idly looking at the pictures on her entertainment unit. Eve was laying down her back on the floor her legs crossed at the ankles propped up against the wall by the fireplace. Her position was relaxed but I could feel the tension radiating from her. She was blowing smoke rings in the air. The cigar smelled strong and sweet and blended with the aroma of the wood burning in the fireplace. She looked at the end of the cigar as if she was trying to determine what it was or why she had it. She must have figured it out because she placed the tip back between her lips and inhaled. 

I picked up a picture of her with Heather. Eve looked so different in the picture than she did now. I looked over at her. In the picture her hair was long. It hung down to the middle of her back in thick curls and waves. She looked so much younger with the longer hair. The thick waves framed her face softening the bold features of her face. She looked sweet…innocent. The stylish short haircut she wore now emphasized her strong features and gave her a bold exotic look. I replaced the picture back to its original position. 

“Why did you cut your hair?” 

She arched her back and looked over her head at me. 

“I was still going through my piss off the *Rev* rebellion. Plus I was able to donate the hair to a charitable group that made wigs for children that had loss their hair due to illness. It was sorta a win win situation. I pissed off the Reverend and I did a good deed. Couldn’t beat it.” 

I smiled wryly only Eve would find an altruistic reason for pissing someone off. I walked back to where Eve was laying. I plopped down on the large floor pillows. I wrapped my arms around my legs and propped my chin on my knees. 

“Do you and Heather fuck?” 

She let out a gruff laugh, “I like your style Daph. You always get right to the point. And the answer to your question is no Heather and I don’t fuck. Heather doesn‘t like to call it fucking. She says that terms is reserved for the countless men I bring home.” She paused for a moment and then added. “She wants what we do to be called making love.” 

“So, are you bi?” 

Eve pursed her lips in thought before she answered me. 

“I don’t know. Maybe. “ 

“Maybe I am too. You know I really like Melissa Etheridge.”

Eve scoffed, “Daph, close your eyes and picture this.”

I was slow to obey her.

“Now!”

I closed my eyes as directed.

“Picture this -- another woman naked. Her body soft and fragrant, silky and smooth.”

The picture was in my mind.

“Now think of kissing her. Sinking your tongue in her mouth, having her hands trail over your body, followed by her lips. Think of another woman tonguing your nipples, trailing kisses down your body….”

I cringed and made a face. My eyes popped open. I didn’t like the imagery at all. The idea of another woman touching me and kissing me was not an erotic picture.

Eve’s voice was filled with amusement, “You are not a lesbian or bi. Hell, I don‘t even know if I am.”

“But you make love to Heather.” 

“It’s just different with Heather.” 

“Different how?” 

Eve blew another smoke ring before answering. 

“Do you see those two bowls on the table over there?” 

I followed her line of vision until I spotted the glass bowls she was talking about. One was clear and the other was an amber color. They were filled with marbles. I didn’t understand what those bowls had to do with the question I’d asked her but I was willing to go along with her lead. 

“Yeah, what of it?” 

“Every New Year’s Eve I have a ritual. I place 365 marbles in the clear bowl. Starting from January 1st to December 31st every time I fuck a guy I remove a marble from the clear bowl and place it in the other bowl. Then on New Year’s Eve I count the marbles. You see my goal is too empty the clear bowl before the beginning of the next year. I don’t always make it. Depending on my mood I either count the marbles in the clear bowl or those in the other bowl. One bowl shows how close I’ve gotten to my goal and the other bowl represents how far away I am from the goal. The bottom line is if the clear bowl still has marbles I didn’t reach the goal. I‘ll admit I‘m a little off my quota. With the Reverend‘s illness and death, moving to a new city, trying to find a new hunting ground, my numbers are a little low.” 

I looked over at the bowls. The amber bowl was filling up. Eve may have gotten a slow start but she was certainly making up for lost time. I’ve been hanging out with Eve a lot lately. Eve picked up men with no effort. Not just any guy. Hot, Hunky, Sexy guys. At one of her personal appearances I’d watched as she gave at least 10 guys her card. The one that had her cell phone number on the back. Although what she was telling me was interesting it didn’t answer the question I’d asked her. 

“Eve, what does this have to do with my question?” 

She let out a sigh, “You are so impatient. Anyway. You asked me if I fucked Heather and I told you no. You asked me what was different about Heather and another woman. Well, the same thing that is different about fucking and making love. In that yellow colored bowl is the number of men I’ve fucked. You know what it represents to me?’ 

I decided to tease her a little. “Oh, I don’t know…that you are a Ho’?” 

She laughed so hard she choked. She threw a pillow at me and I batted it away. 

“No,” she said. “Mostly they are a status symbol. I like knowing that I have a reputation as the *Greatest Fuck Ever.* It takes a lot of work, concentration, dedication to stay flexible, to have control over muscles to make them flex and contract at will. Do you know the stamina it takes to be able to fuck almost every night? And it’s not just attracting men and fucking them that’s the easy part. The hard part is making them want you over and over again. Right now I know if I picked up the telephone most of the men I’ve fucked wouldn’t hesitate to be at my door at any given time. It takes a lot to stay on top of my game, “ she let out a sigh. “But you know what the saddest thing is?” 

Now I was intrigued. 

“What?” 

“That’s all it is to me….a game. Those men mean nothing to me. When I’m with them it’s like I’m putting on a performance, being judged. I have to be the best ever. The best they have ever had. They are just muscled bodies I use for pleasure and to force pleasure from. It’s a competition. Between me and them and I intend to win. Do you know why I fuck so many men?” 

“Why?” 

“I don’t want to form any emotional attachments to them. I don’t’ want them to form any to me. We are in it for one thing and one thing only. A few hours of pleasure then on to the next. That’s sorta like my motto; my creed. Now to answer your question about Heather with her it is different. She loves me. She cares about my feelings. I’m not just a body giving and receiving pleasure. I’m the person she loves. With Heather I can be myself. I’m not performing. I don’t have to be the Best Fuck Ever. I can leave my reputation on shelf. I just have to be me. I just have to respond to her touch. She gives me what I want exactly like I want it and the only thing she expects in return is the pleasure of giving me pleasure. That’s pretty heady stuff. Do you know how it feels to have someone that is totally devoted to your pleasure. A person that is actually making love to you.” 

I thought about my first time with Justin. He was so sweet. He was so determined to make it good for me.

“Yeah, I know how that feels.”

Eve gave me a sly smile, “Spill.”

I blushed a little. “It was Justin. He was my first. I thought I’d be nervous, embarrassed or scared but I wasn’t. I wasn’t because I was with Justin. He was my best friend and I knew I could trust him. He did everything he could to relax me. He’s the only guy that HAS made love to me. Plus he…..,” I know my face was red. I had never told anyone this.

“He did what?” 

“He rimmed me. I didn’t know what it was at first. Afterwards I went home and went on the gay porn site and that’s where I saw the term. AND he showed me how to give a blowjob like a Fag. You know they give the best blow jobs.” I informed her like I was an expert on it. “Justin said I gave great head.”

Eve laughed, “A woman’s blow job technique is one of her greatest skills.”

“There’s only one problem with Heather?”

“What ?”

“Sometimes she expects too much from me. She’s pushing me too hard right now. She wants me to make a commitment to her. To agree to a binding relationship with her. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. We sorta argued when she left. She told me I can’t keep her dangling forever that I have to make a decision. I know I don’t want to loose Heather, but I don‘t think I‘m ready to settle down either.”

I was beginning to understand Eve‘s quiet mood tonight. She had a lot on her mind.

“So what are you going to do?” 

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m thinking on. Daph what are your plans for the future….ten years from now?” 

The change of subject caught me off guard but I can adapt quickly.

I shrugged, “Get my law degree. Join a prestigious law firm as an associate and after winning some big cases become a full partner. Make lots of money, buy me a cool car like yours, buy an awesome loft to rival Brian’s, have an extensive wardrobe like you do and have guys beating my door down.”

She didn’t immediately respond to my answer to her question. 

“So what about you? What do you want to be doing 10 years from now?” 

“Alive,” she said cryptically. 

“Eve be serious,” I said. “Do you want marriage and children?” 

“No that’s definitely not a part of my future plans.”

“So what do you want?” 

She ground out the remains of her cigar before she answered. 

“When I was 12 I made a *to do by 30 list*. As I got older I added more things to the list. I’ve marked a lot of things off that list, but not all of them. I guess those are my future plans. To complete my to do list before I’m 30.” 

Now this sounded interesting. I was trying to picture Eve as a little girl with her head filled with dreams. I still remember some of my off the wall fantasizes from that age. 

“What type of things are on the list?”

She looked at me sheepishly. “Now remember this list was made up when I was 12 so it is a little sappy. “

“Come on, you can tell me. We‘re friends..” 

She smiled wistfully. “The usual things were on the list. Fall in love and marry a tall dark handsome millionaire. Live in a big house, own lots of clothes, buy a sports car, travel all over the world, get a horse, become a model and an actress. I also had aspirations of being a famous singer like Janet Jackson. As I got older, wiser and sadder I added stuff like graduate from College and get a master’s degree. Move out of the Rev.’s house, find my daddy. Make my grandparents love me…live past 30.” 

She became silent. I could tell she was a little self conscious about sharing something so personal about herself with me.

She looked over at me and her lips tilted up in a mischievous smile, “Then of course I hit 16 and my hormones went wild so I added a few more things to the list like, lose my virginity within the year, fuck more than 100 men,---oh and I have w-a-y surpassed that goal. Read and practice the Kama Sutra. Be a part of a ménage a trios.” 

“You’ve been in a ménage a trios?” I was really impressed. “How was it?” 

“Yeah, it was hot! But it’s not for everyone.”

“I sometimes fantasize about a ménage a trios. I close my eyes and I can see me, Justin and Brian.” Now it was my time to look sheepish. I knew a faint blush was rapidly spreading up my cheeks. “They are both just so gorgeous and fine and both pretty well hung. I guess you think I’m crazy, huh?” 

“No not at all.” 

“Justin is a great lover. I can only imagine how good Brian is. He must be Amazing.” 

“Yes, he is,” she said. 

For a second her statement didn’t register. Then I realize what she had just admitted. 

“Eve! What did you just say?” 

She looked over at me in confusion for a moment. Then she must have realized what had just slipped out. She quickly swung her legs off the wall, rolled to her knees and gracefully stood up walking to the kitchen. I was up following right behind her. I stood behind her as she poured herself another drink. 

“Have you and Brian fucked?” 

“Does it matter Daph?” she asked as she walked out of the kitchen with her drink. She stopped to pick up a cigar off the table. She lit it inhaling deeply and tossed the lighter back on the table. 

“Yes, it matters! The first rule of friendship….Friends don’t fuck each other’s boyfriends! In case you have forgotten Brian is Justin’s boyfriend! Even if they are separated at the moment. I was sobbing and spilling my guts about Christian and Justin and you had fucked Brian and didn’t bother to tell me. Some friend you are Eve.” 

I was on her trail. Angry that she had betrayed Justin’s trust. My trust. We were supposed to be friends. Friends didn’t fuck each other’s men. Okay technically Justin and Brian weren’t together but everyone knew they’d get back together soon. In my mind Brian was Justin’s man. In other words off limits to his friends. Justin was my best friend. I’d known him since we were in pre-school. Plus Justin considered her to be his friend and she backstabbed him. Had fucked the man that he loved. 

“How could you, Eve?” 

“Excuse me aren’t you the same woman that wanted Justin to fuck you last month. And aren’t you that same woman that was just fantasizing about fucking both of them and didn’t you make love to Justin when he and Brian were together?” she shot back.

“And weren’t you the one giving me the speech about how Justin wasn’t for me. He was for Brian. You need to practice what you preach Eve. You were right when you told me those things. Making love would have been wrong. Not because Brian is my friend because he’s not but because I was pressuring Justin to do something he didn’t want to do and I was jeopardizing our friendship by doing that. Brian is the lover of my best friend but he and I aren’t friends. We are associates. We love the same person and because of that we are on cordial terms. Therefore making love to Justin is not a betrayal of trust to Brian because Brian and I have never been friends to each other. As for the fantasy it was just that...fantasy. Fantasy and reality are two different things,” I clarified. “I may fantasize about fucking both of them but I won’t.”

“Daph, you act as if I set out to seduce Brian and fall in love with him. I didn‘t. It wasn’t planned…..it just….just,” she waved her hands groping for a word, “happened.” 

“Oh, wow!” I exclaimed sarcastically. “That’s going to be a real consolation to Justin. * Hey Justin I fucked Brian but it wasn’t planned it just happened.*” I mimicked. 

My tone was biting and edged with sarcasm. Eve visibly flinched. 

“Justin is your friend Eve. You shouldn’t have done it. ” 

“I know that. I know Justin is my friend.” 

I was truly angry. “Was he your friend before Brian rammed his dick up you or after.” 

Eve looked hurt. Really hurt. I knew what I was saying was harsh but I wanted her to know how angry I was and what she did was wrong.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you. I knew you would be upset.” 

“Upset,“ I scoffed, “I’m damn furious!” 

Eve let out a weary sigh. “I think you are being unreasonable, unfair and over reacting to this.“

“Maybe I am, but I thought we were trying to get Justin and Brian back together now I find out you are looking out for yourself. That you are fucking Brian.”

“That’s not true. I am trying to get them back together. And for the record I Fucked Brian, past tense. With me and Brian fucking is just that...fucking. It’s a physical release. That’s all I was to Brian. A fuck. A physical release. A novelty. It has been a long while since he’d fucked a woman. I presented a challenge to him. We’re both predators. Totally A type personalities. Fucking each other was as much out of pleasure and curiosity as power and control. Believe when I tell you this. When it was over. It was over,“ she stated. “Look, I love you and Justin. I’d never do anything to hurt either of you. Fucking Brian was not my wisest decision but I don’t regret it. I’m not sorry about it and you won’t badger me into being ashamed of it. The only thing I’ll be sorry about is if by my actions I hurt Justin or Brian or jeopardize the two of them getting back together.” Then she said more solemnly, “Or if my actions turn you against me. I don’t want to lose your friendship. It’s too precious to me. You mean too much to me. You are like the annoying, bratty, talkative, hyperactive little sister I’ve always wanted and now I have.” 

My anger began to dissipate. I mean it was just a fuck. I don’t know why I was going Ballistic over it. Justin would never have to know about it. Brian and Justin weren’t together right now. I just needed to do a little damage control. Make sure Eve and Brian’s actions didn’t jeopardize her friendship with Justin. I took a deep breath. 

“Well, really I’m about an inch taller than you are so technically you are the little sister.” 

Eve smiled at me the first genuine smile I’d seen her give all day. “Okay younger sister. How about that?”

“Well, and prettier,” I added playfully.

“Don’t push your luck Red.”

“My hair isn’t red it’s brown.”

“It’s red, Daph.”

I compromised, “How about reddish brown?”

Eve pursed her lips and shrugged, “Works for me.” 

Now that we had gotten past the storm my obvious curiosity got the better of me. Justin had always bragged about how great Brian was at fucking. Through Eve I could actually get a woman’s point of view on the matter. 

“So, how was he?”

“How was who?” 

“You know....How was Brian?” 

She cut her eyes at me as she eased to the floor. This time she sat with her legs crossed. I sat down next to her. She took a deep breath and turned to face me. 

“Brian and I fucked. We were both stoned out of our minds. It just happened. It wasn’t anything monumental and I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was worth mentioning.” 

“Not so stoned that you couldn’t remember that he was a great fuck.”

“Okay we weren’t that stoned,” she admitted. “Besides it wasn’t what you would expect from a sexual encounter. Although I guess it was straight sex because it was between a man and a woman, different areas were stimulated and penetrated.” 

To say my interest was piqued was an understatement. 

“Wh-What different areas?” I stammered. My imagination was running wild. 

“He rimmed me, I blew him and he fucked me in the ass.” 

“Oh, that had to hurt! Didn’t that hurt?” 

I remember saying the same things to Justin the night after he lost his virginity to Brian. 

Eve’s answer was glib, “Let’s just say this….it’s not for everyone that’s for sure. Brian has 9 – 10 inch dick and it was the first time I‘d ever had one up my ass. What do you think?” 

“Wow!” I said in awe. I remember the one time I saw Brian’s dick it was only for a quick second but I remember even soft it was impressive. “I think your ass must have really hurt.” I told her. “So what does that mean – the two of you? Or the fact that you told me you are in love with him.” 

“It means nothing. And yes, I love him. That’s what made it so complicated….the fucking. I’m not used to fucking someone I care about. I just decided that the least said about it the best it was for everyone involved. Me, Brian, Justin and even you to a certain extent. Brian and I were both stoned, horny and curious. I’m sure I got more pleasure out of it than he did. We fucked. We came. The end. Brian’s Gay. I’m straight…okay maybe bi-curious and he loves Justin and I want them together. They won’t be happy until they are. The time I spent with Brian is very special to me. I hold it dear but it meant nothing more to him than a fuck. I can accept that. Besides Brian wouldn‘t fuck me again with a 9 inch dick.” 

“Well, he fucked you once.”

She raised her glass in a mock salute. “Take my word he doesn‘t want a repeat.”

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I was waiting on Justin to meet me at the campus coffee shop. It was mid day and the coffee shop was packed and bustling. I’d idly listened to the conversation going on at the other table and got bored and stopped. I stirred the hot chocolate I’d ordered. Another cup sat across from me waiting on for Justin’s arrival. He’d called bubbling over about something he had to tell me. If it was anything to do with Ethan I would have to bite my tongue. Justin always seemed to get pissed when I voiced my opinion of his greasy haired, egotistical, short boyfriend. Not that I let that stop me. 

I spotted Justin as he walked through the door. So did every straight girl and gay guy. That was the thing about Justin. He was gorgeous. He and Brian made like the perfect couple. They were so gorgeous and fine and as Eve stated the quintessential drama queen and princess that they deserved each other. 

Justin saw me at the table and made his way to me. I was rewarded with the full effect of his Sunshine smile. I hadn’t seen him this happy since he left Brian. 

He flopped down across from me smiling from ear to ear. 

“Thanks Daph,“ he said as he sipped the chocolate I’d ordered him.

“No prob.“

I waited on Justin to tell me why he’d wanted to meet me. I hoped he wasn’t about to tell me something stupid about making love on the roof or another in door picnic with Ethan. Instead of saying anything he handed a picture to me.

“What’s this?” I asked as I opened the flap of the picture cover.

“You’ll never believe it,” he gushed. 

The smile had never left his face or more importantly his eyes since he‘d arrived. I was shocked at the picture I was seeing then I was smiling like an idiot. Justin was sitting on a carousel and Brian was with him. Justin was smiling from ear to ear while Brian was showing that trade mark smirk he passed off as a smile.

“No shit. How did you get him to take this picture? Are the two of you back together? Why didn’t you tell me? We are friends remember? The number one rule of friendship keep your best friend informed about your love life. Have you fucked him yet?”

“Hey, Daph one question at a time.” he laughed. 

“Well, spill,” I demanded.

”We aren‘t back together….not yet at least. We went to this carnival. Brian wanted me to look at it and give him my impression of the carnival. He said he wanted to get a fresh eye view.”

I wanted to tell Justin that was so lame. I wondered if he had seen through the ruse Brian had used to get him to go to the carnival. I decided it didn’t matter. They had spent some time together that wasn’t at a gay club or fucking. That’s what was important.

“So what happened?”

“Well, first we get to the carnival and walked around…..”

I listened as Justin filled me in on his date with Brian. Because that’s exactly what it was a date. Something Justin had always told me Brian Kinney said he didn’t do. Justin was so happy as he related the date to me. Happier than he’d been in months. I think about Brian and Eve. Eve’s right there is no need for Justin to ever know about what she and Brian did. It will serve no purpose. What’s important is getting Justin and Brian back together. The past should be left in the past. 

“So, what now?” I asked after Justin had finished telling me about the carnival and the heavy make out session with Brian and their parting words to each other.

“That’s why I asked to see you. I need to know if I can stay with you for a couple of months until I can find a place of my own.”

“Of course you can Justin. You know that. When are you moving in?”

Justin let out a heavy sigh, “It will be awhile. Ethan is away for about 2 weeks. I didn’t want to break up with him knowing he had to go out of town to play. I want to wait until we have time to sit down and talk this out. Plus I don’t want him to think I’m leaving him JUST because of Brian. I’m leaving him because I don’t love him and I’m tired of pretending that I do. I want to leave him with a clear conscience. I don’t want guilty feelings following me as I leave him. I’ve experienced that enough in my relationship with him. I don’t want the guilt to continue to hang over my head.”

“What guilt Justin?”

“Guilt that I never loved him. That I only left Babylon with him to try and teach Brian a lesson. I’m guilty of leading him on when I knew I could never really love him. Guilty in that I have been waiting on any sign from Brian that he wanted me back and actively staying in touch with Brian.”

“Don’t feel guilty Justin. I can guarantee you Ethan had no guilt about sneaking behind Brian’s back with you. Tell Ethan the truth. That’s all you can do. It might not be pretty but at least it will be honest. So when are you going to leave him?”

“When he gets back in town. So maybe I can start moving a few things to your apartment next week so when I tell him it’s over I won’t have to come to his place to get anything.”

I nodded my head in agreement. That sounded good.

“Okay, I’ll help you. I’ll come by after class everyday and we’ll load things in the car. Didn’t you buy a lot of the furniture and stuff in the apartment.”

“Yeah I did but I’m only taking a few things. I’ve decided to let Ethan keep the rest.”

I think Justin was just feeling guilty because he was giving Ethan the shaft. I for one was elated and I couldn’t wait to get on the telephone and tell Eve the news.

“So when are you going to let Brian know that you want him back.”

“I think after the make out session in the Haunted Castle he’s figured it out. I guess I just want to talk to him so we can get a few things straight. I’m not going to be such a twat about his tricks anymore. I just don’t want to participate.”

The smile left his face. I know he was thinking of the tricking and the threesomes he’d participated in with Brian even when he’d hadn’t wanted to.

“Well, Justin stand your ground. Tell Brian what you want and what you can’t accept. He’ll understand and I guarantee agree to your terms. Just don’t issue a bunch of stupid rules. They didn’t work the last time. So stay away from them this time.”

His smile was back. “You’re right. Brian followed all my stupid rules while I broke every one of them. I’m not issuing anymore stupid rules. Thanks Daph for everything. Now, how do I really get him back?“

For a man of vast experience Justin could be pretty dumb when it came to men.

“Seduce him. From now on be everywhere he is. Go to Babylon and Woody’s. Plus didn’t you tell me he agreed to pose for a picture for you. Call him set a date then show up at the loft wearing something tight and hot.“

He was smiling as I gave him my advice. He sipped his chocolate I could tell he was in deep thought. 

“Daph you are a genius. That’s exactly what’ll I’ll do.“

“Of course I’m a genius.“ I told him.

“I don’t know if I could have made it thorough this without you,” he said solemnly.

I affectionately punch him in his arm, “That’s what friendship is all about.”