We were in the guest house, Greg wanted to take measurements for some wooden blinds for the window facing the back yard. Greg was thrilled to be living in the back house, I felt good this was a good idea and even Eric seemed okay...
"Still waters run deep", Greg reminded me in response to my last thought and Eric being "okay" with Greg as a neighbor...
"I mean, Greg -- who in hell is this "Ortiz" guy?"
"Why don't you ask him? " Greg asked. "Maybe he's planning some big surprise like a wonderful vacation planned for you in Mexico, or South America and "Ortiz" is his contact..."
"Or maybe he's a Colombian drug dealer and Eric's taken the job at Granville Sports Medicine so he can traffic drugs in and out -- and use this "Ortiz" as a point man..."
"Maybe you should stop auditioning for Miss Marples," said Greg as he sashayed into the living room with the tape measure.
I stay behind, looking through the French doors. I notice that from here, he's got a clear view of the house, he can see right into our bedroom and most of our living room too.... better keep the drapes drawn next time Eric and I do it on the couch. Then I look at Greg -- hmmmm....
"Greg, are you into voyeurism?"
Greg falls off the little step stool...knocked just a little off-balance.
"What a stupid question, Andrew. That's the stupidest...."
So the answer is yes, obviously. But I change the subject again, and make a note not to close the drapes next time Eric and I have sex. I mean, let's be real -- Greg's a major voyeur -- and I'm a bit of an exhibitionist....
I'm getting a great look at Greg's flawless ass.
I've always envied Greg for his butt. When we were together, I would spend hours looking at it, stroking it, admiring it... what's that feeling in my groin...
Oh, Greg. Those were the days.
Now, you're just my boring old, same old, friend.... those were the days.
