As planned, I bought sandwiches and drinks from the deli just a few minutes around the corner from him. One of Travis’s stipulations had been a near...y deli to enable working lunches should the need arise.Travis was dealing with a couple of customers when I arrived and I browsed around. Travis had told me that he always worked his new stores in the early days, assessing business volume and busy times before employing assistants.He put up his “Out to lunch’ sign and we went back to his. Most relevantly, my mother wasn't aware that I had taken up with a minor-league baseball player. Although (to me, at least) David Hooks was every bit as "interesting" as any of the many interesting men my father and mother had brought into my orbit, I was certain that Mom -- and, especially, Dad -- would take a dim view of him.Dave was, after all, a small-town Midwestern boy with an undergrad degree in who-knows-what from a little-known public university in Alabama."Alabama." I already could. "It was more like I'm always interrupted when I make popcorn, but saying anything would make it sound like I was angry, and I wasn't. Well, not really. "Yeah. Cammy took over while I fetched your wine." You're sweet," Kristen said, sipping her wine. "Cammy won't burn the popcorn. You always cook it too high." Yeah. Guys like me need to learn how to cook. Maybe next year I'll take a home economics class."Kristen heard the sarcasm in my voice, and dispelled any argument with a kiss that tasted of. She opened her eyes at the point when I stopped moving. We looked at each other. She did not carry any guilt or regret in her face. I wanted to pull out, but she did not let me by wrapping her legs around me."Where are you going?" You cheat..." No. No, I didn't." So it was a joke?" No. It wasn't."I was thoroughly confused."Did you fuck someone or not?" Asking this question made my dick twitch inside of her. She smiled at my reaction."Yes."My confusion and her smile grew together. She enjoyed my.