Home sweet home -- soon enough.
I did a Dick Van Dyke and tripped over a foot stool, flipped and landed on my wallet. I waited for Morey Amsterdam, Rose Marie and Mary Tyler Moore to come running to help me up. They didn't.
I picked myself up, looked around the room and went to turn on the lights. No, Eric might see and come out to protect his property. That guy's like a Doberman. I wouldn't be surprised if he walks around here at night and "marks" his territory. I made a mental note. Next time I come out here, I'm going to do it in daylight so I can see. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I looked around the room. It's not the biggest place, but I could picture where everything would go. Light from the main house beamed through the slats in the mini blinds. I looked out the window.
Drew and Eric had just finished dinner and were dancing, nice and close, in the living room. They started to kiss. Eric took Andrew's hand and led him out of the room.
Andrew turned off the lights.
No, I couldn't see anything. It felt like when you're at the movies and the projector's bulb burns out.
The bedroom light came on.
I watched as Drew slowly unbuttoned Eric's shirt, kissing his body after each button was undone. He unbuckled Eric's belt and pulled down his pants and briefs. Eric sat himself on the bed.
The music still played and Andrew did a steamy striptease. I saw that Eric enjoyed it. Andrew climbed on the bed with Eric and they started making love.
I felt like a peeping Tom. I was turned on. I felt lonely.
I didn't leave until they were done and Drew turned off the lights.
