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Sam Sam Sam His name had become a bass dru had turned to four and a half hours of bliss It was as if fate had snapped its fingers and decided that my entire life would take a different trajectory I had been sad, and a little desperate, and yearning for so a bit shamefaced and sheepish to watch Random Acts of Crazy in yet another dark bar
And then, he e, his eyes on me and only me, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist I’d tried to say so and he’d shut me up with those lips That’s what Sa me become Real All the words that had flown between us over the past few hours, the touches, the sighs, the needs, the wants, and the restraint, forht now, even asthey were his
The brush of ainst bare skin was a kind of torture, because it wasn’t the warainst my pillow left ainst Even the glow of the security lights of ht Boston lefton his skin What did all of this o fro to find the core ofparts of hi the truth so ination could conjure Hardinto his flesh,every part of him that I could connect with
Why had I held back? Why had I breathlessly poured outins; that train had left the station long ago Liam Liam had been the conductor on that one Sam would be my third And I hoped Saue on rasp, of his flesh wrapped by ained it in one limpse of e both knew could be , more raw
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Exhaustion hit ly-massive waves until sleep took ht
My favorite, most frequent dream had just happened in real life
Chapter Six
Sam
Two beers, a sandwich, and an episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia later, I was just getting settled on the couch under a thin blanket, loose and a little buzzed The heat of what had happened between ht cotton feel like a torture blanket of lava, and the crazy shit Charlie, Glen, Dee and Mac did on the show reminded uess, ht ruain Maybe Amy this time? I checked, but it wasn’t her
Can you come in now? it said
And then the name, Louise
That’s weird I checked--it was the same number as the person who had texted me for the interview
I typed back, Now? It’s 4 AM
Yeah, now, the reply came back quickly Are you available?
What the hell kind of job was this? I wondered It couldn’t be that bad if Liam had referred me to them, but a 4 AM job interview?
OK, I texted back, Where are you?
She typed back an address, one that I knew I could walk there in ten ht
I wrote back, Anything I need to bring?
Her reply was quite simple: No
I looked atAll the advice we’d received from the career counselors at UMass said that you went to a job interview dressed in business clothes with a fresh haircut, clean and sharp I didn’t have any of that In fact--I ran a hand across my jaw--I hadn’t even shaved today A job interview is a job interview, but a spur of the moment 4AM interview request er And even if she were, for so a suit, all I had here were jeans, and t-shirts, and a feinter things
I went into the bathroom to clean up at least a little My hair was caked with sweat along the scalp line, and yet, I had never seen my face so alive She did that to me Amy I smelled like sex and beer At least I could wash the sex off
A quick face wash, then I pulled out the electric razor and buzzed through quickly, scrubbing the sweat away ruefully Soured whatever caretted not grabbing a jacket when the cold air hit me outside, but I shoved ht me not to make too much eye contact, which waspeople in the eye all the time was kind of a pain I found that at least sole person’s emotions were reflected in their eyes and after a while, and I too easily becas
Struggling with h – I didn’t need to have anyone else’s suffering ping back and forth insidebut shut Aiving type
As I crossed the street and took a left, headed toward the address, I thought about that one for a ht about God for four and a half years That wasn’t quite rightit’s more that I hadn’t wanted to think about God Dad’s entire career was built around Our Heavenly Father, and he expected us to worship hiants to worship The Alht now, then it was a pretty fucking random one And if God had a hand into lead me to salvation You knohere I found The Divine? In Amy’s kiss – that’s where