After The Craziness, Ben

After I got rid of all the craziness, they all assure me of my own doing, it was just me. Daniel Crashed.

The doorbell sounded. It was Ben.

We'd both fooled around, the two of us in the last fifteen years. Spasmodically. Off our faces, at some uni house in the suburbs, early Sunday morning. Oral sex, pretty much. Neither of us could remember much afterwards. Languorously, lazily, out of it. We have a few times more recently, kissing and sucking, munted on something. So, it was completely foreign to us. But we'd never done it deliberately, with premeditation, sober, in the cold light of day, so to speak, that made it completely different.

Ben sat on the couch, I laid my head on his chest. (see, I can do the girlie one) And we talked.

Amy had some Huntin” & Gatherin” Wymans own country shindig, 2nd day of the new year, he was on his own.

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