Andrew almost choked as he poured the thick white liquid into my cup. I watched it swirl for a moment and then commented on the superfluous lace spill...ng from Brant's cuffs. "I have a dress made with that same lace." Do you? It's very good quality." Brant, not being overly perceptive, did not pick up the implied insult to his manhood."Want some cream, Brant?" asked Andrew, his face very red with suppressed amusement."Yes thank you."And so the days went by. When Andrew and I weren't having tea. I am tall and cute but when a cute girl approaches me (that happens fairly often) I can’t help but wonder about what she is. Is she a good person or not? Does she want my money? Is she a Misandrist who will make a false accusation against me? Or a man-hating psychopath? Those are the thoughts that go through my skull. It’s sad the world in which we live. At some point, the abuse I saw men endure in America got me to feel a special kinship with all men. We are suffering in this country. All. " I said, maybe too eagerly, and he continued jacking. "You know, no one talks about it, but a lot of guys do this. You know, do this together." he said. "Yeah, I know." I replied. even though I didn't. "...Have you ever seen another guys dick before?" he asked after a pause. "No I haven't, you're the first." I said, laughing nervously. "Well..?" "Well what?" "What do you think about all of this?" he asked. "It's okay, I never thought I would see one like this." Again laughing nervously. Then. He mumbled under his breath, "Yeah, I got your card Detective."She heard him wad it up, a moment later it thunked into a waste can. His face appeared in her vision. It was horribly pockmarked. Deep scars from acne peppered his skin. There was something oddly familiar about it, something from way back, from another life. With a motionless shudder, she realized he was looking her up and down, an uncomfortable sheen in his eyes.She startled inwardly when his fingertips first brushed and then began.