The three of us made our way back to Sven's truck and he took us to a barbeque joint specializing in chicken and ribs. Sven ordered a platter with bot... and some fries and their homemade baked beans. After my first bite, I knew that they had earned their reputation; the food was absolutely amazing! I'd never tasted anything so succulently delicious in my life. The chicken was so moist and tender, and the ribs were so juicy and flavorful, I wondered why we couldn't eat like this every day."Shit,. Feeling like a "'King'", Nathan Colgate chuckled, "Much to the annoyance of my oldest and dearest friend and rival, Lipsky!" Stan's father," Jean nodded. 'He' talked as 'he' ate, "He developed the part of his land that faces yours with those ugly duplexes." 'King'" chuckled again (though one not so pleased), "He did that out of spite." It was his turn to push the spoon into the cereal. "He was mad that I had developed that tract of houses across from his the Smiths, and others live in. He's. He was a man now. A man with sexual needs and desires. “Will you let me think about this first?” I ask.Steven walks over to me and bends slightly cupping my chin in his hand and strokes my cheek for a moment. He then reaches down for the pack of cigarettes in my hand. He pulls a cigarette out and lights it.“You can have till I finish this smoke,” he informs me as he moves back to his chair.“And when did you start smoking,” I ask, as if the previous conversation had not even taken place. I light. . I mean, what makes you say that?" The rape thing was a kind of test, wasn't it?" Where did you get that idea?" Women tend to lie about their fantasies." And you know this how?" I ask them. They tell me the lie or lies, and I ask them again. When they realize I know they're bullshitting me I get as serious as possible. Now you and I are about as intimate as we can get at the moment. It's the perfect opportunity to share that fantasy without fear of my making it anything but a common thread.