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offered to treat him. But he had shown up out of the blue so I decided to let him pay. I’d treat him next time. If there was a next time, and the longer we talked the more I thought there shouldn’t be.
    On the walk back to my office it was raining harder and we had to be even more careful to stay under the umbrella. To distract us from the fact that we were pressed against each other, Joseph asked me questions. Of course, the fact that the questions were about my sex life defeated the purpose. There wasn’t a whole lot to say about my sex life until Daniel came along. There had been a few experiences with other men, furtive, dangerous, exciting, but also disappointing. And, like a good Catholic boy, I’d tried dating women. Which was how I’d come to meet Daniel. I’d dated his sister. Briefly and unsuccessfully.  
    “And you knew it was love right away?”
    “No. I knew he was damned attractive and I was happy when I was with him. Love is more complicated than that.”
    He nodded and said, “Yes, I think you’re right.”
    When we reached my door, we walked through the downstairs door, shook out the umbrella and closed it, as we were about to climb the stairs he said, “Wait. I’d better not come up.”
    “All right. So we’ll say goodbye here then?” I suspected he wanted to kiss, but because I’d kissed him earlier, I decided to make him be the one to initiate. I waited. Listening to him breathing. Finally he exhaled and leaned into me. His kiss was gentle, as mine had been, his tongue tentatively exploring me. Without thinking, I pulled him against me. I wanted to feel the weight of his body against mine. I slipped my hands into his jacket and felt his strong back beneath the cotton of his shirt.
    He kissed me a little longer and then pushed away. “I should go.”
    “Are you sure? We could go upstairs to my office.”
    “No. I have a lot to think about.”
    I reached down and grabbed his dick. It was as hard as I thought it would be. He exhaled roughly. “It feels like you’ve already made a decision.”
    “Play nice.”
    “Never,” I said, but took my hand away.
    “I need to go,” he said.
    “Confession?”
    “Maybe later. I’d like to see you again.”
    “Sure, just give me a call.” I wasn’t entirely sure I meant it.  
    “How about Thursday night. Dinner. Maybe a movie.”
    “What’s wrong with tomorrow?”
    “Too soon.”
    “And Friday?’
    “Too far away.” He kissed me again. “Say yes.”
    “All right. Yes.”
    A moment later he was gone. I climbed the stairs to my office, stretched out on the sofa, and quickly jerked off before the feel of his lips on mine left completely. Then I promptly fell asleep.
    It was late afternoon when the phone rang, waking me. The sun was easing its way down to the western horizon, leaving the city dim and shadowy. The clock radio said it was five-thirty-four. I stumbled the few feet to my desk, mainly because I’d neglected to pull up my pants, and grabbed for the phone.  
    “Hello?” I said, my voice a sleepy foghorn.
    “Oh, hi, is this Nick Nowak?”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “This is Lana Shepherd. You called me?”
    “Yes, I did. I’m working with Cooke, Babcock and Lackerby on your friend Madeline’s case.”
    “Yes, you said that in your message. Is this about my testimony? Because I have an appointment day after tomorrow to go over it.”
    “This is different. I’m hoping you can lead me to other possibilities for helpful testimony.” That was about the shortest way I could think of to explain what I was up to. “I’m hoping you can spend a half an hour with me, maybe a little longer?”
    “All right. I just got off work and I don’t feel like going out. Can you come here?”
    “Probably. Where is here?”
    She gave me an address on Lake Shore Drive just above Belmont. I’d lucked out. She could have been anywhere in the Chicago area, but she happened to be within walking distance of my office. I told her I could be