Chapter 5
“Oh, well,” I said, brushing some rubble dust off my shoulder, “I didn’t take those courses.”
“What? You could avoid them altogether?”
“No.” I shook my head. “But in those courses—well, I just didn’t do that well.”
“Huh. I thought women—liked—uh, your sort.”
“Faggot, dear,” I said, touching his shoulder, “faggot!”
He chuckled. “Okay. I thought women loved faggots.”
I shrugged. “Yes, but, like I said, I wasn’t much of a worker—scholastically speaking. And even PC points only go so far. A really good blowjob, however—that’s different.”
My companion chuckled, frowning. “Well,” he said, “no need for that here.”
“I hear you,” I said. “I know what you mean, though—you mean, right now. But I just want to say, my doors—so to speak—are never closed for you.”
The man grunted and rose to his feet. “Well, mine are,” he said with an air of finality. “Can you continue?”