Funny how the thinking led back to it. I couldn't get this bite down. Richard when he was twenty, before I ever met him. He looked at me with the calm face of a saint staring into the face of God.
In fact, I was somewhere in the middle of amused, proud, and pleased. Jean-Claude stood up, and I drew him into the back of my body. We didn't need the bed. That's what I'd believed, now I wondered if Richard had more problems with Jean-Claude than I'd thought.
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