Society sucks. It should not matter what others think, if we are fine with it. Still we both have to concern ourselves with what others might see and think.

Sorry. Sometimes my mouth engages before making contact with my brain.

Scott had some sort of power, or force field. In essence, he was like fucking gay guy repellant. Not a single gay guy would come anywhere near me, let alone talk to or hit on me when he was around.

Wakey wakey eggs and bacey!

What happens this weekend stays between us. We set the rules.