I held up a hand to Eric's embarrassed pleas. "You treat my place like it's some kind of bath house. This is my place and you're cheapening it."
Eric's friend tried to say something. "Mr. Ciccarelli..."
"Screw off, pal," I said. "Your opinion doesn't mean horseshit to me. And as for you, Eric, I'm ashamed by your behavior. Since I have a high threshold on guilt..."
I walked to the front door and held it open for the two men.
"...You know what to do."
Drew didn't have much to say about his "discovery." I gave him free coffee and listened to him unburden his feelings, but there wasn't much I could do for him.
When he left, we hugged and he thanked me for everything, but I didn't feel like I'd done a damn thing.
Eric tried to call me a couple of hours later.
I told Brian to tell him that I didn't want to speak to him. "Tell him I'm on my hands and knees cleaning the bathroom so that my patrons can use it for its intended purpose."
First Greg. Now Eric.
You think you know somebody but then they take advantage of your kindness, lie to you and cheat on their boyfriend in your toilet.
I need to make better choices when it comes to my friends.
When Kurt was released from the hospital, I took him back to my place for some TLC and to nurse him back to health.
He'd lost some weight from his waned appetite while in the hospital. He said it was because the entrees were like airplane food served on the ground. He looked pale and thin, so I stopped at a couple of stores and picked up some protein powder, eggs, bee pollen, multi-vitamins, ice cream and milk.
"I'll get fat," he muttered.
"Better fat than dead."
"Are you sure about that?" He snorted a laugh and patted the muscles of his stomach. They'd softened a bit because he hadn't been to the gym in awhile but he still looked hot enough to fry bacon on. And I was determined to keep him that way.
"Besides, I want something more substantial than health food."
"I can throw a double-cheeseburger with bacon on the grill, deep fry it in a beer batter, and then serve it with mayo and thousand island dressing if you'd like. Oh yeah, do you want fries or chips with that?" I said sarcastically.
Kurt's handsome face stared me down.
"Didn't your Momma tell you not to throw attitude in the house?" I said. "You could put somebody's eye out with that stare."
It worked. I got him to smile.
