Sis amplexibus Amor alios mututa memini et amoris in mutationes memini.
May you be embraced by a love beyond recall that alters others
and a love within recall that alters you.
“I don’t know. That was so weird, you know. She’d look at me as if she had never met me before. After awhile I got the message.”
“Yeah sure you got the message but you weren’t actually listening either. You raved about her as if it was the first time you got laid in years. I could never figure it out. Laura was okay looking but still pretty much run of the mill too.”
“To you, not to me.” His downed his cocktail. “I gotta get out of here. Some of us work for a living.”
As Harris left Story he relived that night with Laura. Meeting her and how taken he was by her very presence. That first kiss. No woman had made him feel that way since.
“ ‘Scuse me.” It was the busboy. “ This’ll sound totally off th’wall but …. ya see I have a girl an’ all but there’s sometin’ about ya. Ya know never thought I might be bi but ….”
Harris stepped back. “Ah … well … thanks but …. I’m not really interested. No offense.” A flash of heartburn made it hard for him to breathe.
“Yeah, but dis is so fucked, like I said, I saw ya sit down and couldn’t take my eyes off ya, ya know. I’m Alex Tzorvas. My number.” He held a napkin out to Harris.
Alex had the body of one of those Ultimate Fighter goons, sounded as stupid as one too. Harris took the napkin and stuffed it into his back pocket.
Harris was stunned when Alex kissed him. Tongue and all. Another man’s tongue in his mouth! He wanted Alex to go to his knees and suck his cock. He could feel his hands on those buldging shoulders. He pushed Alex away.
“Look Alex. I’ll drop by in a few days and if you still feel the same way we’ll talk.” His breathing became easier.
If what his Dad told him was true, the guy wouldn’t remember him at all. An ideal test case, plus he wouldn’t have to worry now who was going to hit on him for the rest of the night. He threw the napkin into a subway trash bin.
On his way home from the subway he noticed posters on the street light poles.
R E W A R D
Missing – Frances Green – age 23
5’4” – red hair – green eyes
wearing a dark blue sweater and Guess jeans
carrying a large blue leather purse
last seen on Saturday night
exiting the Greendale subway station
on her way to Saint Anne’s Community Hall
anyone with any information is asked to contact either the police or call
And there were numbers to call –
He studied the photo. The image was slightly fuzzy. The face didn’t register except as pretty. Who had he talked to about St. Anne’s recently? It wasn’t too far from there he knew. He was tempted to call to give the posterer a few tips on cleaning up the image.
Alex was flirting with a couple of hot looking babes in the front patio when he saw the fat guy arrive. He thought guys with ponytails were losers, especially when they were wearing baggy shorts, grubby hoodie and a childish tee-shirt. Who the heck was Morbius? The fat guy joked with his sister Cally.
“Hey you taking our order or what?” one of the cute girls touched his calf.
“Ah … got distracted.” he mumbled.
He’d been working at Story for a month and was still on probation. Not that his sister would fire him but he needed to make a good impression. He was sore that he had to start at the bottom there. After all he had three years at MacBrick. The fact that he’d kept his temper in check there was a miracle. Other than that time when the gay soccer league showed up. Well, not that he always kept in check but the fact that he got away with it that long.
So here he was busing tables, cleaning washrooms, mopping up vomit and occasionally flirting with hot babes. Hot babes made a difference after the rough and tumble MacBrick regulars. Story attracted a younger, hipper crowd that wasn’t out merely to get drunk and pick fights.
He didn’t mind the Story uniform – male staff in dark cranberry red shirts with the Story logo over the left pocket. Female staff in similar shirts only in a more plum shade. He couldn’t tell the difference between cranberry and plum. Black aprons with the same Story logo on the bottom right corner had pockets for a table rag, tips, change and order pad. Story supplied and cleaned the shirts and aprons. Staff supplied their own pants, shoes and attitude.
Alex was glad that the shirt was stretched across arms and biceps. He dug his body and liked to have it noticed by hot babes.
“I’ll send sommun out to take your order. I’m a table rag t’night.” He gave them a playful frown and ran his towel over the table. “Clean ‘nough t’be eaten out on.”
He went back in. His eyes kept going to table were the fat guy and his pal had sat. They looked like good friends. Must be nice. Alex had never gotten along with other guys. Women yes. He knew what pleased them and how to have them please him. Men were competition inside and outside the ring.
The fat guy certainly enjoyed his food. Alex avoided fatty fried stuff. Had to to stay trim and hard. He watched as the guy ate the sweet-potato fries. Dipping them and pushing them into his mouth then licking his fingers. Alex could feel the guy licking his own fingers with the same pleasure as they went into his mouth. He could see the guy’s eager expression as Alex forced his head under the apron to eat his hot sweaty waiter ….. What the fuck. Where’d that thought come from? Alex shook his head as he went to clear another couple of tables.
“Can you take this to those guys?” Cally nodded to the order of double burgers that were for the fat guy’s table.
“Sure.” He took the food and while he was there cleared off empty plates and bottles. “Anyt’in else gents?”
He stood at the fat guy’s shoulder. Eye contact was made. His dick strained for more than eye contact. For once he was grateful that the apron covered his package.
“No, we’re fine for now.” the Afro haired guy said.
When he saw that they had finished their burgers he went back to the table.
“Excuse me.” He took the empties and wiped down the table. “ Anyt’in else?”
“Time for onion rings.” Harris leaned back and the busboy took his empty plate. “Forget ’em?”
He brought the onions rings and went back to bussing duties. He kept his eye on the guys. A quick glance at Cally’s running tab for the table told him that the heavy guy’s name was Harris Stevens.
He wrote his name and phone number on a napkin and watched for a chance to give it to Harris.
When he saw him alone in front he approached him.
“ ‘Scuse me. This’ll sound totally off th’wall but …. ya see I have a girl an’ all but there’s sometin’ about ya. Ya know never thought I might be bi but ….”
Harris stepped back. “Ah … well … thanks but …. I’m not really interested. No offense.”
“Yeah, dis is so fucked, like I said, I saw ya sit down and couldn’t take my eyes off ya, ya know. I’m Alex Tzorvas. My number.”
Harris took and napkin and stuffed it into his back pocket.
Once he gave his number to Harris he leaned forward and kissed him. Pushed his tongue into the other man’s mouth. Beery fried food. He visualized Harris going to his knees, lifting the apron and licking the sweat off him the way he had licked the salt off his fingers when he was eating.
He pulled Harris’s tongue into his mouth. Only for a few seconds. A man’s tongue in his mouth! Tongue only. No other body parts.
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