To say don’t mention him is like not wanting to know all about you. And, as they say, to know you is to love you.” “You are pretty deep for a b...ker, you know that?” “I am a laid back kinda guy. Gives me time to think about the more important things that many don’t consider. Anyway, how about me fucking those lovely boobs, would they like that?” “Well yeah," she said, untying my hands. “Andrea, give me those gold half-moon glasses.” “You gonna read another magazine?” “Just watch.” She was. The bartender, a goth looking girl, came over and, in a soft voice,asked me what I wanted to drink. I told her a bottle of Sam Adams BostonAle. She disappeared and reappeared with the bottle and a glass. Idropped a $20 on the counter. She made change and asked me if it was myfirst time here.I told her it was.She asked if I ever went out with a "TG" before?I told her no, but I was very curious.She smiled, and said she'd be right back after she got drinks for thewaitress. She went to the far end. "It's not me you need to apologise to."He told them.They all turned to me, bowing their heads as though they were feeling great shame."Sorry, miss."They all said in unison."Um, OK, n-no problem, I guess. ...I uh, I appreciate you being so welcoming."I replied, confused by it all, and offered them a reassuring smile."Are... Are we forgiven then, miss?"One nervously asked me, peaking up to look into my eyes, before bowing her head again."S-sure, it's OK. You didn't mean any har-"I was suddenly. It was Thursday evening now. It didn't seem a short term for him at all. But I knew he would understand it with time - that it was better to know it wouldn't be endless."I'll behave myself, Jordan," he said miserably.The bell of the micro-wave rang - my steak was ready.* * *I ate and watched several more shows. I didn't hear a sound from Terry. At six o'clock I visited him again. The room was almost absolutely dark now. I drew the curtains together and switched on the sconce above his bed. He.