Friends Reunited

After a prolonged absence, Adam and Bailey are finally back together.

Not that they were ever romantically involved, mind you. But after Adam drunkenly grabbed Bailey's crotch, Bailey wasn't exactly to meet Adam again. At least not alone, without the safety of others.

Please understand that Bailey is not a homophobe. Far from it. Still, he finds it awkward to have a gay man making advances on him, as there is no chance of Bailey returning the favor. With people he knows, however, he's more tolerant. I, for example, kissed him on the mouth to enrage his ex-girlfriend -- and flip she did.

The reunion took place at my apartment. Adam, of course, had to make some crude remarks about the last memorable encounter he'd shared with Bailey. But after a few beers, the mood was noticeably better. In fact, it wasn't long before Adam and Bailey began exchanging stories about me.

"How did you not notice he was escorting?" Adam said. "What, you think working all hours of the night and coming home with fist-fulls of cash is normal?"

"I just assumed he was peddling drugs," Bailey replied. "Not crack or anything -- pharmaceuticals. That's where the real money is these days."

"Right," I said. "I peddle Xanax and other mood stabilizers to all the retirement homes in Fort Lauderdale and Hollywood."

"You know," Adam said, "that might actually be a good idea."

And so the conversation continued, until both Adam and Bailey again ganged-up on me. This time the topic of conversation was about Simone. What was going on with her? More importantly, what was going on with her and I?

"Nothing that couldn't be aired on primetime TV," I said. "We're not in late-night HBO territory yet."

"Emphasis on the word yet," Bailey said. "So, do all escorts date each other, or do you just have a fetish for your own coworkers?"

"Let's change the subject, shall we?" I said.

"Testy," Adam whispered. Then, in a clearer voice: "Still, I think Bailey has a point. Seems the girls you get on with best are other escorts."

"Why is that?" Bailey added.

At that moment I was hoping that Adam would yank Bailey's pants down and start blowing him as to ruin their new-found friendship. I honestly never expected those two to get on so well. Shit, at this rate I should buy a plane ticket to Jerusalem and get started on Israel and Palestine.

"Come on, answer the question," Bailey continued. "You and escorts -- what's the deal?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess it's easier when someone knows what I do for a living, that's all."

"So it's not about the fact that you're into all sorts of freaky shit in the bedroom?" Adam asked.

"Considering you and I have never been in the bedroom--"

"Liar!" Adam said. "We did that three-way once."

"Yes, well, that was work. I'm quite different outside work, you know."

"The mystery continues," Bailey said. "I guess we'll just have to keep reading the blog..."