Heres to You Mr Robinson Read Online Free

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    “Buckle up and we’ll be underway.”
    I clicked my seatbelt into place and turned to stare at him. The first thing out of my mouth was the excruciatingly embarrassing, “You can’t be gay.”
    He merely chuckled as he started the car. “This body says otherwise, Chiquita. How many straight guys you know built like me, eh?”
    I knew it was a joke rather than conceit.
    “But everyone thinks you’re married with kids.”
    “Debbie’s my little sis. The kids are hers. She’s taken them to visit her asshole of a husband to see if there’s anything left to salvage of their relationship. She still loves the bastard. I don’t know what she sees in him. She’s better off staying with me so I can take care of them.”
    “Stifles any chance of a relationship, or even sex,” I suggested.
    “I’m over relationships. Big time.”
    I filed that away for later because the bitter way he said it brooked no discussion at the moment.
    “As for sex,” he continued. “A much over-rated commodity in my book.”
    I’m such a klutz, my mouth is always flapping. “Easy for you to say. You’re gorgeous and can obviously have any man you want—”
    “Then how come the man I wanted didn’t want me,” he snapped.
    Change the subject, Jayson.
    “All I’m saying is, I’m just starting out and I’m a bit on the homely side so sex is a really big deal for me at the moment. When I’m old and jaded like you are, then maybe I won’t care so much.”
    He looked over at me and lifted my face toward him, keeping his other hand firmly on the wheel. If he was insulted he didn’t show it.
    “Who told you that you were homely, kid?”
    “Don’t ever call a grown man, kid, even in jest.”
    “Sorry. I forget how sensitive you young guys are. When you’re my age you’d do anything to be called ‘kid’ again. And you didn’t answer the question.”
    “Dunno what it’s like in your era, granddad, but we young ' uns have this new-fangled invention in our log cabins. We call it a mirror,” I joked. “Shows us young folk what we really look like without fear or favour.”
    He let my face go, saying simply, “Then your mirror is lying if it tells you you’re homely.”
    That comment took my breath away and we spent the remainder of the journey in silence. The car park was crowded, not unusual for a Saturday night, and I saw Troy’s car was already here.
    As we walked toward the bar, Mr. Robinson – shit, I still didn’t know his name – said, “Sorry about calling you a kid earlier. I’m not much good around young guys. Not my scene. All they have between their ears is party, drugs and loud music.” I went to interject. “Yeah, I know I shouldn’t tarnish all you young guys with the same brush but, well, experience has taught me otherwise.”
    I would have to seriously reappraise my attraction to this man. “You know, Mr. Robinson, for someone who is so goddam physically perfect, you’re a real downer. Maybe you should get yourself a personality to go with the body.”
    With that I strode away from him and into the bar where I was engulfed in a flurry of activity as the entire bar screamed “Surprise!”
    I beamed at Troy and Vince who had draped a banner proclaiming ‘Welcome Home Jayson’ across a corner of the room, setting up party central around a number of the booths. Even patrons who didn’t know me joined in the revelry. I was backslapped and congratulated across the room to where Troy was beaming. I hugged him and Vince and was genuine in my thanks.
    “What a nice welcome,” I choked.
    “Where’s your date?” Vince asked.
    “You mean the guy with the muscles and the fun bypass?” I said sarcastically.
    Troy looked stricken. “You didn’t?”
    I nodded that, yes, I had. “Both barrels”
    Troy sighed. “Vince, go see if you can find him.”
    He pulled me aside. “I told Vince we should have warned you. You’ll have to cut him some slack, Jay. He’s hurting. Short version is he was