My dad’s not shy to voice his opinion about gay men: “God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.” I’m not a religious person, but I’ve ...lways believed in equality for all. Fortunately, my high school’s pretty tolerant. We have a small gay population, including a gay club. I’ve had nearly a year to really reflect on my feelings after that kiss in Tristan’s car. I’ve mathematically analyzed everything, it’s actually pretty friggin’ ridiculous. Cas + Chrissie= Straight Cas + Tristan= Gay . I had spent three days in Los Angeles listening to an unreasonable woman relate demands that could never be met. For some unknown reason, I thought repeatedly about Julie. I thought about how unreasonable some of my demands had been all those years ago.It was after 5 p.m. when I sat down in my hotel and pulled out my cell phone. I still had one of her numbers stored there. I dialed and voice mail picked up before it even rang."Uh, hi Julie," I stammered. "This is David. Uh, David Newman. I know. I thought maybe I had gone too far with the last one and my cheeks flared up with deep, red embarrassment. On the contrary, however, it spurred him on more. He grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs into the air, and then pushed them down towards me. Then, he mounted me properly and started to fuck me deeper and harder, just like I had begged for. Without needing to be guided, I returned my lips to the other's shaft and eased it back into the warm confines of my mouth, bathing it with my tongue to. He held my hand over the tabletop and told me about this exciting life. He was a stockbroker working in the city and New York. He told me of all the big deals he was into and how much money could be made."Look Jen," he said, "god it's been good to see you and I love to stay longer but I have this meeting." That's ok," I said, but I was disappointed that he had to go."No really I must go," he said squeezing my hand, "can I see you again tomorrow over coffee and a chat, say 2." Well," I.