you." He knew I was teasing him. His boss was anything but attracted to the same sex. That would be a sin.
"Yeah. Sad really. Cause he's not my type. Just too old. The new guy is fucking gorgeous, but I'm not sure which team he's on."
"What? Your gay-dar isn't working?"
"Not enough time with him. So I'll figure it out tonight. And baby, I need to find someone new. And exciting." He pushed the chops around in the oil. "So we'll be entertaining them for just a bit and once they leave, we're heading to the roof. I got a fat one rolled and I'm gonna need it after fending off Mr. Almondrode's questions all night. You up for this? We need to confer on anything?"
I laughed at him. "Nah. You volunteer stuff and I'll just back you up. But please…no weird trips to like Bora Bora 'cause let's face it, I've never gone there. Don't put me in a position where I can't answer intelligently or he'll know something's wiggy."
See…here's the thing…
Gerald Almondrode didn't know Kyle was gay, and the reason for that was simple. The fucker was a raging anti-gay ass-hat. Kyle had already watched as two of his co-workers were let go (there's those words again) due to their less than acceptable performance. The truth was Almondrode found out they were gay and then set them up to fail at something, then fired them. Everyone at the company knew it, but Gerald was good about keeping his nose clean while others did the dirty work. The guy had henchmen and they were always watching out for anything unsavory in the lives of their employees.
Kyle had kept a low profile, did his work, and he was damn good at it. Until a year ago when someone commented that he never brought a girl to any of their functions, and in fact, they had never seen him with a girl. He came to me worried he was going to get targeted by Almondrode and fired so I did what I always did with my gay friends.
I became his beard. We kept the ruse up when ever he needed it. The fact the fat bastard was coming to the house made things…weird. But nothing Kyle and I couldn't handle.
"George called, told me about Sam's condition." He set a timer on the chops and looked at me. The boy's shirt was open, revealing a nicely muscled six-pack. No hair. He shaved it, letting me know that grass did not grow on a playground. "You okay?"
"No. And yes. And…" I popped my soda and leaned against the edge of the counter opposite the boiling potatoes. They were peeled and I grabbed a knife to poke and test them. "I'm upset but not about what I should be upset about."
"Those potatoes are nearly done. Grab the colander and drain them. Watch out for the potato facial though 'cause it'll kill that perky uplift you've got going with your bangs. I got garlic butter ready and some good stuff milk."
"You got Cagle's?" I bypassed the colander and opened the fridge. There they were. Two gallons of Cagle's milk, the best milk evah! "I love you!"
"I know." Kyle had that mischievous look on his face again. "So grab a gallon then drain the potatoes while you tell me."
I drained the potatoes first and managed to avoid the facial. I dumped the spuds back into the pot and put them back on the stove with no heat as Kyle dumped a stick of butter into them and then grabbed the milk. "I know Sam's gonna be okay. Her family's gonna take care of her. But it's…"
He handed me the potato masher before he flipped the chops. "Is it George? I know he can be a bit of a drama queen and he's not all that easy to work with. Did he give you crap about this morning?"
"Oh no…no." I started smashing the quickly melting butter and spuds. "It's not George."
"Someone else?" He removed the chops, reapplied oil and waited for that to ripple. "One of the workers?"
"No. Well yes." I stopped smashing. "I feel really silly saying this."
"Honey, I've known you going on twenty years. You've seen me puking after a bender, and you've nursed me back from…that thing." He slid two
"Yeah. Sad really. Cause he's not my type. Just too old. The new guy is fucking gorgeous, but I'm not sure which team he's on."
"What? Your gay-dar isn't working?"
"Not enough time with him. So I'll figure it out tonight. And baby, I need to find someone new. And exciting." He pushed the chops around in the oil. "So we'll be entertaining them for just a bit and once they leave, we're heading to the roof. I got a fat one rolled and I'm gonna need it after fending off Mr. Almondrode's questions all night. You up for this? We need to confer on anything?"
I laughed at him. "Nah. You volunteer stuff and I'll just back you up. But please…no weird trips to like Bora Bora 'cause let's face it, I've never gone there. Don't put me in a position where I can't answer intelligently or he'll know something's wiggy."
See…here's the thing…
Gerald Almondrode didn't know Kyle was gay, and the reason for that was simple. The fucker was a raging anti-gay ass-hat. Kyle had already watched as two of his co-workers were let go (there's those words again) due to their less than acceptable performance. The truth was Almondrode found out they were gay and then set them up to fail at something, then fired them. Everyone at the company knew it, but Gerald was good about keeping his nose clean while others did the dirty work. The guy had henchmen and they were always watching out for anything unsavory in the lives of their employees.
Kyle had kept a low profile, did his work, and he was damn good at it. Until a year ago when someone commented that he never brought a girl to any of their functions, and in fact, they had never seen him with a girl. He came to me worried he was going to get targeted by Almondrode and fired so I did what I always did with my gay friends.
I became his beard. We kept the ruse up when ever he needed it. The fact the fat bastard was coming to the house made things…weird. But nothing Kyle and I couldn't handle.
"George called, told me about Sam's condition." He set a timer on the chops and looked at me. The boy's shirt was open, revealing a nicely muscled six-pack. No hair. He shaved it, letting me know that grass did not grow on a playground. "You okay?"
"No. And yes. And…" I popped my soda and leaned against the edge of the counter opposite the boiling potatoes. They were peeled and I grabbed a knife to poke and test them. "I'm upset but not about what I should be upset about."
"Those potatoes are nearly done. Grab the colander and drain them. Watch out for the potato facial though 'cause it'll kill that perky uplift you've got going with your bangs. I got garlic butter ready and some good stuff milk."
"You got Cagle's?" I bypassed the colander and opened the fridge. There they were. Two gallons of Cagle's milk, the best milk evah! "I love you!"
"I know." Kyle had that mischievous look on his face again. "So grab a gallon then drain the potatoes while you tell me."
I drained the potatoes first and managed to avoid the facial. I dumped the spuds back into the pot and put them back on the stove with no heat as Kyle dumped a stick of butter into them and then grabbed the milk. "I know Sam's gonna be okay. Her family's gonna take care of her. But it's…"
He handed me the potato masher before he flipped the chops. "Is it George? I know he can be a bit of a drama queen and he's not all that easy to work with. Did he give you crap about this morning?"
"Oh no…no." I started smashing the quickly melting butter and spuds. "It's not George."
"Someone else?" He removed the chops, reapplied oil and waited for that to ripple. "One of the workers?"
"No. Well yes." I stopped smashing. "I feel really silly saying this."
"Honey, I've known you going on twenty years. You've seen me puking after a bender, and you've nursed me back from…that thing." He slid two
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