Page 6 of Sabastian

“You had me selling shoes.What the fuck?You know I’m not good with people.”

“You must have been great, because you found your next victim at that store.You know our store policy is never date the customers.”

“I was your friend, I didn’t think it applied to me.There should be some benefits from knowing a successful rich handsome dude like yourself.”

“I’m not rich and don’t go around saying that, especially to those friends of yours.I don’t want a target on my back.”

“If you didn’t want that you should have worn something inconspicuous like a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.Like me.You don’t see me advertising my wealth—”

“That’s because you don’t have any to speak of.You’re depending on ‘the kindness of strangers’ as Tennessee Williams wrote so eloquently in a ‘Street Car Named Desire’.“What?”I said, when Jason turned to me with a broad smile.

“You know all these things.You’ve lived.That’s what I want, to be articulate, knowledgeable, and sweep a man off his feet with my words.”

“First you have to read, then you need to have lived, and you can’t do that living off your mother or me.When was the last time you had a book in your hand, and I’m not talking about that bodybuilding magazine you jerk off with.At least when I look at that boy on television he’s living and breathing.And now that I’m on this subject, my maid said she’s tired of picking up your clothes, because they’re full of a sticky substance including those magazines.”I turned for a second to see Jason’s expression.He wasn’t affected by this conversation or his behavior.

“That takes a lot of effort to clean up behind myself, and isn’t she getting paid to clean?Why should she be concerned about what I do in the privacy of my own bedroom?”

“It’s not your bedroom, it’s mine, and people talk and it could be difficult to get someone to come here after this, because I’ve seen that room I let you sleep in.I’ll probably have to demolish it before I sell the place.”

“Tell her to wear gloves next time.Like that she doesn’t have to touch my things.”Nothing I said seemed to get through to him.Daddy issues I was sure.

“Oh, look.We’re here.Now don’t act like a wallflower.”Where did that come from?Since when did Jason advise me on anything, let alone my behavior around men I didn’t care for?

How about you clean your own room from this day on?And I’ve never been a wallflower in my life.When you were wearing those glasses in high school and couldn’t get a date even if you sucked a football team’s cocks two at a time, I was fucking every rich young playboy and Daddy in New York.So don’t think I don’t know my way around a well-formed ass and a super-hot waiting cock.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear that you’re the guy I once knew.Not that old dude sitting by the TV and jerking off to a young dude who right now is probably getting his ass rimmed.”

“Will you stop?”I pulled the car up to the valet, tossed him my keys, then stood patiently as he wrote the ticket.When he handed it to me, I said, “That’s my baby, take care of it better than your own.”

I wanted to take pictures, but I thought it was a little too much and the dude watched me, and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll park it over here.”Nevertheless, I glared at him because of the look on his face as if he couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel.

“Are we going inside?”Jason asked.

“You go.I want to see where the kid is parking my car.”

“Now I know you’ve lost a step.What happened to that carefree, devil-may-care dude who traded his cars in for another every year?”Jason questioned.

I turned away and strode to the front door with Jason.“What happened to you?Too many young men?”I questioned.

“But you have money—”

“And I want to keep it.”

“Let’s stop talking about money and enjoy the evening,” Jason said.

“That’s easy for you to say,” I added as we waited for the doorman to open the door to the hotel that housed an expensive restaurant.I knew because I’d taken Jason to it once upon a blue moon.

“It’s over here,” he said, trotting behind a crowd.

“I remember, I was the one who first introduced you to the finer things in life and lived to regret it.”

“Do you remember when we first met?”Jason said, reminding me of an unpleasant night.

“It’s etched on my brain.Now let’s not think of unkind things,” I said.

“But I thought it was the best night of my life.”

“You would.”I opened the door and the place was full of men and woman, some in business suits, and others dressed casually.I stuck out because of my expensive suit.I knew I should have changed when Jason made a remark about money.

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