What better reason to have drink than to toast the anniversary of Charley's death?! Charley would wanted it - he wasn't the kind to want to be forgotten. Besides, I'm in the BEST MOOD ever!
"Sex last night was amazing, Hugo!," I drooled.
"Please, spare me the details," he groans, but I can't help gloating. I mean, there are those times when you feel like this perfect mix of porn star and movie star -- love, sex, fantasy, passion all mixed into three trips to the moon.
"I gotta tell you, Hugo. Sex is better with Drew living with me. I know that's all in my head, but there is something that's happened between us in the last couple weeks -- he's an animal and I LOVE it..."
"And what about Mr. Swimmer Turned Lawyer," he goads...and I wonder who he's talking about. Oh, yeah....Fitzgerald. The furthest thing from my mind. I gulp this next margarita -- it's just that they taste so gooooood.
The room is spinning, the Mexican music is blasting my eardrums and I wonder why I ever came into this stupid place. Oh yeah, I'm keeping Hugo company. Except he's doing all the cheering.
"Eric, do you think it's really going work with Greg in the guest house?" he asks me; knowing full well what the answer is going is. I know he's biting at the bit to give me his "Listen to your Daddy" speech.
"Yes, Hugo. We're all adults, and their affair ended so long ago, it's as if it never happened."
"You never forget where the dick has been, Eric. You, of all people should know that." And he's right....I can't remember every single guy I've ever been with -- and every girl. but after last night, after what happened between Andrew and I....how could we ever be apart?
"Hey Hugo, I promise not to make you jealous with the details of last night, but I gotta say -- the weirdest thing happened....we were right at the end -- it was amazing -- like a movie and then all of a sudden...Drew and I got the creepiest feeling."
"Like what? The condom broke?"
"Like someone was watching us..."
