Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 16:18:52 +0000
From: Eros434759@comcast.net
Subject: Grocery Boy Part 9

This story contains gay themes and graphic depictions of
homosexuality.  If this offends you, then you probably
shouldn't read it.  I welcome any and all comments and
appreciate all of the feedback I have previously received.
I have received a lot of mail regarding updates, and I'd
like to tell you I am working on new chapters, I've just
been very busy with personal things.  I'd also like to thank
the folks at Nifty.

It happened so quickly.  Neither of us planned it.  It was
the coming together of two people that needed each other.  I
don't think either of us regretted it after it was over but,
we both knew it was a mistake.  As we lay on the floor
together, I on my back and Aisha on my chest, neither of us
knew what to do.

The word why kept running through my brain.  Why did I let
this happen?  Damn, I was weak.  And now I had possibly
ruined the greatest friendship I had.  I didn't want to be
the guy that gets up and walks away after sex.  Besides,
where would I go?  We were in my house.

I spoke first. "I'm thirsty" I said.

 "I should go" she said.

"No, you don't have to" I said

"Yes, I do" she said.  It was an awkward moment.  I went to
wash up while she got dressed.  The silence was deafening as
we both tried to think of something to talk about.  I
thought I dare not bring up Chris and anything else seemed
trivial.

When I came back to the room, she was dressed.

"How are we going to handle this" I asked.

"Right now, I think you should focus on finding Chris." She
said and headed for the door.

"Ai, wait.."  I started, but I heard the door click shut.

I wanted to kick myself.  Aisha was my dearest and closest
friend.  There was nothing that I couldn't tell her.  When I
needed someone to talk to, she was the person I went to.
She knew more about me than even my family.  Now, I
desperately needed to talk to someone, and it couldn't be
her.

I sat down with a cup of tea.  My next move would be one I
would have to plan very carefully.  I had just upset two
very delicate balances.  I couldn't talk to Ai, and Chris
was M.I.A.  I called Mark.

"Hey Buddy, what's going on?"  He asked.

 "Hey Mark" I began "Is Wendy there?" I continued.
"Yeah, sure" he said, then there was a pause then I heard
Wendy ask what's wrong.  I told her I needed to meet her to
talk and asked if she could come alone.  Mark was cool but,
he had the sensitivity of a brick.  This needed a woman's
touch.  And even though I thought I was in touch with my
feminine side, only another woman could walk me through this
one.

I took a quick shower and got dressed.  I had told Wendy to
meet me at a local tavern.  She was already there having a
martini when I walked in.

"Whiskey, neat" I told the waiter and immediately launched
into what had happened with Ai.  I left out several details
that I didn't think she needed to hear, but, I told her
about the sex and asked what I should do next.

She sat quietly for a minute, presumably mulling over what I
had told her.  After a moment she picked up her glass and
threw her drink in my face.  I was so shocked.  This was not
what I expected from Wendy, she was usually so sweet and
understanding.  People in the bar stopped, I think because
they thought I said something offensive to her.  There was a
moment where I was scared.  I was a black man sitting in a
bar with a white woman that had just thrown a drink in my
face.

"You're an asshole!"  Wendy began.

"I thought you were different because you were gay, but,
you're not" she continued.
"You're just like every other man.  You think with your
dick!"

By now, a big man, I presume was a bouncer was approaching.

"Okay, can we calm down for a moment and discuss this
quietly?" I asked.

"No.  No we can't.  You disgust me" she said.

Clearly I had made a mistake by not asking Mark to come.
"I'm sorry, we've had a misunderstanding" I said to the
bouncer.  I was mortified.  I picked up my napkin and wiped
the rest of the drink and began to get up.  In my mind I
just wanted to get out of there.

Wendy wasn't finished though.  She berated me for thinking
only of myself.  She told everyone within earshot that I was
an asshole and that men, no matter what, were still men.

Gathering what was left of my dignity; I stood up and paid
the check.  I thanked Wendy for meeting me and walked out.
Once outside, I called Mark.  I didn't want to tell Mark
what happened, but given the circumstances, I felt I had to
warn him.  I knew Wendy would tall him and I wanted to give
him both sides of the story.  Mark was a little more
sympathetic, which made me think, maybe we were the same.
Maybe all men did think with their dicks.  But, I still
didn't understand why Wendy was so upset.  As I drove home I
felt drained.  It felt like the world was closing in on me.
I pulled into the driveway and broke down.  I cried for
several minutes.  Gut wracking sobs that took my breath
away.  In the matter of a weekend, everything had been taken
away.  Life had been so good up until a few days ago.

I managed to pull it together enough to go into the house, I
opened the door and looked up and there was David.

To be continued.