"Yeah-- but we don't know whether or not this came from him. This magazine could have been his idea."
"...right."
"Eric -- aren't you at all curious where these pictures came from?"
"I know. I know where they came from, Drew. Greg is the only one who knew about these pictures, right?"
"You mean, YOU knew? You knew I had gone ahead and posed for Greg?"
Eric snapped, "Well, I assumed you did the photo shoot Drew by the way you acted when I asked you about it later. The point is-- your ass is all over the world now because YOU went ahead and did something we both agreed you shouldn't do!"
I felt sick to my stomach, my head felt as if it was gonna explode. The agony I was causin' Eric was almost too much to bear. I felt an urge to touch him, to comfort him somehow because the pain he must have been feeling was more than anything I could imagine.
As I reached for him, I pulled my arms back in shame. Why would he want to touch me now? Why would he ever want to make love to me again?
"Eric, I'm so sorry. "
"No more than I am..."
I knew I had to talk to Greg. To be betrayed like this was almost more than I could bear. The thing that bugged me the most was that this didn't seem like something Greg would do. What reason would he have? And yet, there it was.
Eric was right about Greg all along. As I reached for the phone, Eric pushed my hand away. "What are you doing, Drew?"
"I'm gonna call Greg."
"NO! -- The best way to handle this is to cut him completely out of your life, not another word, not another glance -- as of this moment -- he's dead to both of us!"
Eric's outburst threw me. Maybe he was right -- what's done is done... but I still couldn't understand how Greg would do this to me. I trusted him.
"Drew, you understand me? He's dead."
Then Eric did something strange. He grabbed me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He said "pose for me. Pose for me, little boy!"
I saw the gleam in his eye and I knew at once what he wanted. I was utterly confused. I thought he'd never want me again. But there he was, coming on to me like he did in the beginning. It excited me and repulsed me simultaneously. I gave in and slowly began to remove my clothes.
"Faster." Eric hissed.
I complied.
"Get the camera."
I heard myself shout silently "what?"
He said it again. "Get it. Now."
I complied.
