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    Wear something nice. Didn ’ t he always … look nice?
    Jeff stepped into the shower and lathered up, feeling the bar of soap slide across his torso.
    Why had Ann brought his encounter up? It wasn ’ t that he was embarrassed about it. Hell, thinking back to it, it usually always made him hard whenever he thought about it. But eighteen was many years ago, and he wasn ’ t the same man he was now.
    Marcus.
    It started by accident, quite literally, that summer just after his eighteenth birthday in August.
    They were best friends since kindergarten, and over the years growing up together, their bond increased. Hell, they were more like brothers, the next best thing to blood kin. Thinking about it brought a smile to his lips.
    Jeff ’ s parents had taken a trip out of town to his Aunt Marley ’ s. And with the house to himself, it was already decided that Marcus would stay the weekend. The plan was simple—hang out, play video games, order pizza, and drink beer from his father ’ s stash.
    “ When are the parentals back? ” asked Marcus, cracking open a can of beer.
    “ Not until Sunday, maybe Monday. It depends on how long Dad can tolerate Aunt Marley. They don ’ t get along that well. ”
    “ Your dad ’ s cool. Much cooler than mine. ”
    Jeff grabbed a beer. “ Your dad ’ s okay, just a bit stuffy. ”
    Marcus laughed and then took a sip of beer. “ That ’ s the biggest understatement of the year, man. ”
    “ Let ’ s not talk about them. They ’ re not here, so what do you want on the pizza? ” He liked everything besides anchovies. What the fuck were they anyway? Fish? Gross!
    “ I ’ m flexible. Everything besides those fucking little fish. Who the hell would want fish on a pizza? Blech! ”
    He grabbed the phone and keyed in the number to the pizza place. After relaying their order, he hung up. “ It ’ ll be here in thirty minutes. ”
    “ Great. ” Marcus guzzled the rest of his beer. “ That pizza was fucking great. ”
    “ Gotta love it, ” he added, guzzling the little he had left. Two more and he ’ d be buzzed.
    Video games, pizza, beer, and no one telling them what to do. Could life get any better? Jeff didn ’ t think so, and neither did Marcus, it seemed, who now lay on the floor next to him totally buzzed.
    The pizza hadn ’ t lasted long, and now they were down to the last few beers.
    “ This is boring, ” said Jeff, tossing the game’s controller to one side. “ There are only so many zombies a guy can kill before they all start looking alike. ” He lay back on the floor, the room spinning slightly due to the alcohol he had drunk.
    “ Jeff … can I ask you something? I don ’ t want you to think I ’ m weird or anything, but well … why don ’ t you have a girlfriend? ”
    He didn ’ t think Marcus was weird, but the question was rather strange. “ I dunno. ” He shrugged. “ They don ’ t seem to be interested in me. ” He ’ d felt up Penny Parsons once, and they kissed. It wasn ’ t much. He did get excited at the time. “ Sure, you don ’ t have one. You ’ re not one to talk, bud. ”
    “ I guess not, but I do have my reasons. ” Marcus sat up, looking down at him.
    “ Like what? ”
    “ We ’ re friends, right? ”
    Of course they were friends. Hell, he was closer to this guy more than any other person in the world. “ You know better than to ask that. It ’ s a stupid question. ”
    “ Friends never turn their backs on each other. That ’ s the way it ’ s supposed to be. ”
    He nodded. “ Always. Unless that friend does something crazy like murdering someone. ” He laughed.
    “ I can totally see that. ” A half grin curled across Marcus ’s lips. “ I like guys, ” he blurted.
    “ You like guys? I don ’ t get it. Is this one of your strange jokes? ” The guy was always fucking around.
    “ I ’ m not. ”
    Jeff could tell from the look on his buddy’s face that he really wasn ’ t. He stared at the ceiling, not