The worst part perhaps is that I feel very little guilt.
We haven’t hooked up yet. Only the hot and heavy marathon sexting session culminating in a change of clothes for both parties. Is this cheating? Where is the lie between cheating and porn? What happens when there’s that thin digital wall separating touch between two friends?
It’s an unhappy marriage, the one between my friend, T_____ and his husband, N___. One it would prefer not to recount here or now… Boys moving from the Sticks to the Big City…A husband with an unfulfilling job who takes it out on the friend of mine. Ah, the rancid simmer of growing entrapment. And the bits that bubble over.