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Greg

January 19, 1996





"I told you so," said Hugo.

He looked at my puffed-up face.

"Just because you want something really badly doesn't mean you get it! Didn't anyone tell you the truth about Santa Clause???"

"Look, he said that it was a date! I should let myself in. He told me to bring Chinese and he asked me for a massage."

"Honey? I ask you for massages," he said. "Doesn't mean I want to bop like bunnies in the pea patch."

"That's different."

"Excuse me?"

"Well..." I hedged. "You're...you."

He gently patted my still-sore face. "Come again?"

"You know I secretly lust after you, Hugo."

"Who doesn't?"

"It's just that Mike's so...perfect."

"Yes -- perfectly straight."

Hugo talking to Greg

"I just thought... I mean...he's a dancer!"

"What! So just because the man's light on his feet means that he's "light on his feet?!? " Hugo shook his head. "Well, my little love-bitten boy, obviously, Mike likes his sexual preference, as much as we like ours."

I rubbed my face.

"Obviously."

*****

I went to a country bar on the westside to, as the Gene Autry song says, get back in the saddle again.

I looked around the dance floor and felt like some ignorant redneck in an all black bar .

They all looked alike to me.

A Cowboy Queen

Every one of them wore a cowboy hat, had a mustache, a beer and was doing the Texas two-step.

Everybody, except one gentleman.

He stood at the bar and was decked out in a nice double-breasted suit.

I saw him checking me out.

I walked up to him.

"Buy you a drink?" he asked, his accent notably not Texan, or southern. It was more like northern - like Ireland.

"Sure," I said. "Vodka Collins."

My drink came, I took it and we looked for a place to sit and talk.

We found a table and sat down.

*****

The evening went by in a blur.

Tim, in fact, was in town from England and looking for some western action.

I was more than willing to oblige.

We went out on the dance floor and tried our best to do the two-step.

We called each other "pardner." I noticed he said the word without the the 'r,' made it sound more distinguished.

I finished the evening in the great western tradition: I rode him hard and put him to sleep wet.




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