I canÕt believe IÕm doing this, Gil thought. One minute the three of them were sitting around the living room talking, and the next, they were in the guestroom of his little two-bedroom home about to fuck. He looked at Bobby, who seemed to read his mind.

ÒTrust me, Gil, this will take your mind off things.Ó

ÒBut Mel just died.Ó

ÒI promise you that she wouldnÕt have mind. As much as that girl loved to fuck, I bet sheÕs somewhere cheering us on. Come ...