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in a relationship for fifteen years. He and his boyfriend bought the house opposite you together and just before they were about to move in, the bastard boyfriend ran off with a younger man. That was less than six months ago. Since then he’s thrown all his energy into paying off the louse and helping his sister and her two kids through their messy problems.”
    “You told me you didn’t know if he was gay.”
    “Vince got the story out of him earlier today when he originally turned down our invitation to join our group tonight. This is his first time out since his break-up. It’s a big deal for him.”
    The crowd hushed as Vince dragged the obviously reluctant Mr. Robinson into the bar. Patrons gaped or buzzed with gossip so that by the time he reached me half the men had claimed prior knowledge of his gayness or else maintained they had slept with him.
    Vince shoved him in one side of the booth while Troy did the same to me from the other end. Mr. Robinson and I met in the centre, hemmed in by our two well-wishers.
    “I think you two should talk,” Vince said.
    “Be good,” Troy added.
    “If you two promise not to move, we’ll be right back with drinks.”
    He took our order, leaving us alone.
    “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know.”
    “He told you?”
    “Yep.”
    “Shit.”
    “That’s exactly what I feel like.”
    He laughed.
    “I can’t call you Mr. Robinson all night,” I said. “Sounds like I’m back in high school.”
    “Where are my manners?” he said. “Oh, I remember. I left them with my personality.”
    “Ouch.”
    “Scott,” he said.
    “Jayson.”
    “I know. I knew your name the day you came home.”
    “You stalking me?”
    “I’m not the one staring through binoculars.”
    “You saw me?” I reddened.
    “The sun glints off the lens in the morning.”
    “You must think I’m some sort of pervert.”
    “That makes two of us then,” he said kindly. “I borrowed my nephew Ty’s telescope one night, he’s mad keen on astronomy, to see what you were up to. You know you can see straight through those flimsy curtains of yours at night when you have that little Snoopy lamp on beside your bed?”
    “Oh, fuckin’ shit!”
    “That’s a nice piece of meat you’re carrying.”
    “You watched me jerk off?”
    “There was nothing of interest on TV that night so…” he shrugged.
    I smiled. “And what did you do?”
    “Joined you, of course. You should see the hot expression you get on your face when you’re about to come.”
    I snuggled up against him. “Maybe you’d like to see it up close and personal.”
    I felt him tense. Disappointed, I moved away.
    Troy brought our drinks over and I downed it in one gulp.
    “Steady on,” Scott said. “If you get drunk too early, someone will take advantage of you.”
    I stood up to go buy a second vodka and bitter lemon, sneering, “That’s what I was hoping.”
    Okay, I was being a jerk, but the prospect of consummation with the man of my dreams was receding faster than the hairline on the older – much older – man who sidled up to me at the bar.
    “This one’s on me,” he said, adding before I could refuse, “I work with your dad.”
    I looked at him more closely. Attractive in a seedy sort of way. Body still in good nick. I arched an eyebrow.
    “Of course, should anything occur between us I would be discretion itself,” he added.
    “That goes double for me…”
    “Nigel,” he said.
    “Thank you, Nigel. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again before the night is through.”
    I wandered off, flirting outrageously with anyone half attractive in the bar. I needed to get laid. Obviously, I had been fantasising over the wrong man. If I couldn’t have Mr. Perfect, I’d settle for Mr. Second Best. Or even lower down the scale if necessary. I should have stopped at three drinks but I didn’t. I was horny and I was obnoxious. I wandered back to Scott who was busy beating off a number of persistent admirers and plonked