"What are you wearing?" she asked.

"I'm scrubbing up. I'm in my scrubs, dummy," I answered.

"Recovered from that nasty dinner yet?" she asked.

"I'll never recover from that dinner," I answered.

"What can I do to relax you before surgery, Dr. Lewis?" she asked.

"I don't know, but I do have a lot of tension," I answered.

"Where?" she asked.

"Up.... and down.... my body," I answered.

*****

Why was I flirting with Rebecca Granville? What trouble was I getting myself into? I gotta say, it felt great to be able to pass as a straight man. I felt like I was spying on the world I would never belong to.

Part of me was proud and part of me was disgusted that I wasn't revealing anything about myself. For me this was forbidden, and I always loved the taste of forbidden fruit. What could be worse in a gay relationship than the idea of having sex with a woman?

Maybe I just needed to keep things fresh, to keep things stirred up. Maybe that's what Drew and I needed in our relationship. If she's coming on to me, who was I to say "no"?

*****

"What are you doing this weekend?" she purred.

"Don't ask." I mumbled, remembering Drew and the The Rainbow getaway.

"Why not?" she asked.

"I gotta take this... help my friend move. He's having some trouble with his... girlfriend and he's moving out. Relationships."

"Need some help with the heavy lifting?" she asked.

"Uh no, but maybe a rubdown after." I smirked. What was I doing?!

"Oooooo, you're giving me ideas Dr. Lewis."

"There's nothing wrong with a good idea, Lady Granville. I learned that from your Dad."

We both laughed out loud.

"I'll just have to plan a little weekend away for the two of us, Dr. Lewis," she said.

"We haven't even had a date yet. Aren't we jumping the gun?"

"Are you asking me out?" she purred again.

"I guess .... I guess I am."

*****

What-- in the world-- was I doing?