“He left his glasses behind in the mad rush to leave my arms.” That was all I had to offer his stunned wife when I visited his house I thought he occupied alone the next day to return them. She blinked a couple of slow times and said nothing.
Well this was a fine pickle. I’d thought he was single, I’d thought he knew I was in drag … it was a Saturday night in the Castro, what the hell else did he expect?
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