“Shit, dude,” he gasped, “I’m so sorry. Anal sex To…set up, I guess.”
“What does she need to set up?”
“Read my thoughts, coz.”
She grinned. When I say ‘uneventful’, I mean it was fairly routine in terms of everything else. I mean, yeah, my mind was going a mile-a-minute so every time I tried to tell myself to just let everything go, thoughts and memories swirled in a loud maelstrom of confusion that kept me awake with a headache that was just on the boundary of being too much. Stop being distracted. “I think that’s up to you,” I responded, running my hand up to her breast and lightly squeezing. What a gal. “I’m gonna puke,” I said, before grabbing the bucket and vomiting into it again. When he released me from what was as close to a brotherly hug as we were going to get, he said, “Listen, man, anything you need, anything, you let me know. I’m sure they thought silence was what I wanted, so I could collect my thoughts, but as soon as the car door closed and I was rooted once again, the memories started coming back.
