But she said and did nothing - no reaction at all. It was a little unsettling to eat out a lady and get no reaction at all.Jenny pulled me up and Lynd...a took a deep breath. She pulled back from me and pried my hands off her breasts. She turned to kiss Jenny who moved forward and cuffed Lyndra's right hand to the bedpost. Then she cuffed her left hand to the other bedpost. She went in back of Lyndra and moved her legs apart with her hands. She motioned to me. I knew what she wanted, and so did. As we began eating he looked at the photograph of me and Pierre (my former lover) on my desk, and asked if this was a picture of my dad and me. That’s when I knew that he and I were going to get on famously. As you may recall, Pierre had dumped me for a younger lover months before (as detailed in ‘Salad Dressing’).“No,” I replied, “that was my former lover.”Gus’ eyes widened as it dawned on him that I am gay. As we ate I gave him a brief history of my breakup and of my new life in the town,. It’s everything I’ve wanted. It’s everything I’ve hoped would happen.“Say,” she says. “Or take me with you. I know we belong together.”It’s a fall evening in 1996.I am nineteen years old.We are walking across campus. Meg’s black hair comes to her shoulders. It was barely below her ears when we started dating. She’s wearing a navy corduroy skirt and a white sleeveless sweater over a dark blue bra.It’s been two months since we last touched. She’d ended things over the phone after two years. What... What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen -- nothing more. You aren't really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentine's Day's night alone. ******I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be here after our "big date". Wanting to have you read me that Valentine's card full of clich?that you had gotten for me. Wanting to read you the Valentine's poem that I'd written just for you. Roses are red...Wanting you to.