Here it is, the beginning of a new year, people are off planning their lives, fulfilling their New Year's resolutions, going to lunch and movies in the afternoon and I'm stuck here like Cinderella -- losing my m i n d !!!!!!!!
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, here comes that disgusting Rudy -- the owner's skeevy son...
"Hi Drew -- look at you, crying like a baby."
"Hey, Rudy..." I peel another shallot and imagine shoving it up his -- but he'd probably LIKE it.
"Andrew. Hayward. McKinley. So dignified, so distinguished for a hot little WeHo fag like you....tell me, Andrew -- "
And he moves in real close, just like he always does, behind me, pushing his crotch against my butt -- breathing garlic breath all over the back of my neck and practically licking my earlobe --
"Tell me, does your big, strong Doctor Husband scream out Andrew Hayward McKinley when he comes?"
I spin around and knock him against the walk-in freezer, wishing the door had been open. "Back off, Rudy. You know I'm not interested in you and you keep at it -- just BACK OFF."
"I'll back off when you start using the equipment you were born with a little better than you are. You either get it up or get it out."
"Are you threatening me?"
"I'm promising you."
He smirks, and prances off down the hallway. I'm fuming, stupid shallot tears are streaming down my face, and of course there's not a soul in sight to have as a witness...
That's it! That's it! I know what to do.
