"Jesus, what an idiot. Did Christopher really think I ever gave a shit about him?"
"Yeah, he probably did. I thought the whole I'm-gay-and-I-love-you thing was a pretty good act, James."
"In any event, Tom, thanks for bailing me out."
"Lisa was quite thrilled that you came back after all those years."
"Shit, it was only 2 1/2."
"Whatever. You guys still have a good fuck?"
"Every other day. How's things with you?"
"Well, I'm gettin' along all right I s'pose."
"Good, good. I'm thinkin you and Michelle want to come to Memphis with me this weekend."
"Sounds great. I'll be there, and I know she'll want to come. "
"18th. 7 am sharp. See ya."
"Sick. Looks like it's just the two of us and your mom."
"Right. Cool. Let's go."
"Your aunt's still asleep. Let's go downtown."
"Sounds fly, dude. I'll go." Christopher and Sam left the house.
Tom and I were in the back of the car, out of earhshot of my mom who had the glass partition closed and the opaque flap over it. She could neither hear nor see us.
"Look, James, there's something I've got to tell you. Remember that time in eighth grade when I fake-cheated with you so you could lose Chris?"
"I realized something. James, I want you."
"Oh, no Tom. Not you, please."
"Yes, James." and with that, he grabbed me and kissed me deeply. Suddenly overcome with erotic energy, I kissed back.
"Mmm, James (smack) I love you."
"Oh, God Tom! Oh! Yes! Yes! right there! Oh God!" He was fondling my package and I was on cloud nine. As we bonded in love, a voice cried out to me in my mind:
I shrugged it off and it went away.
"Chris? Christopher? What are you smiling about?"
"Just a song running through my head. Oh, look, here's our stop."
This one was kind of crappy, but the next one is REALLY GOOD. I swear.
Text from "Do I ever Cross Your Mind" Copyright 1999 Asylum Records & Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris, Linda Rondstat.
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