He shrugged. No wonder no one talked any more. Too busy watching other people do things than to do them themselves. Smart phones; TV's in bars; why ac...ually bother with physical social interaction at all?Speaking of that – and not even appreciating the irony -, he pulled out his phone to check the time. Damn, Jesse was late. He was never late. What the fuck?He was into his second beer by the time Jesse arrived, plunking himself down on the stool next to Sam unceremoniously and without comment.. I went in quietly as I did not want him to know for sure if I was in the apartment.The place was dimly lit and I wandered up the hallway and got to the lounge room and sure enough there was my hot mate lying on the lounge in his red speedos already sporting a boner. He had like thirty speedos all around and on the floor and, over his face so he couldn’t see me, were his Rooster’s speedos. We had decided not to say anything to each other but he didn’t know I had some surprises in store for him.. .." "Besides," she said. "If I'm going to be stuck like this, I'm going to have something to wear." She glanced at me over her shoulder. "Sandy's things should work for you, too. Back in a second." Then she was out the door and gone. I stood there for several minutes in the silent apartment. Finally I drifted into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and drew out a beer. The cold can felt too large in my hand, and the tab seemed hard to open, but it tasted good and cold sliding down my. He carefully sets out tea serving for the three of us."Could we have some bread and jam too?" I ask sweetly.Although is has been dark out for a good couple of hours, it is not late, but our diner was sometime ago. I know I am hungry again, even if they are not.Saul snorts between pouring the water to steep. Nimrod laughs out loud at my request as he makes his way over to the table."That sounds like a lovely idea," for all his humor at idea, Nimrod looks just as hungry as me."You and your sweet.