Chapter 16: Racy Fiction
by hannah
December 18th, 2009
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Spring Season (Chapter 16)
16. Racy Fiction.
Jimmy is sitting next to me on Clark and Chopper’s couch. Jimmy is a very tall man who looks like he should play for the Lakers, except that he’s not donning rocks in his ears and gold chains around his neck. Jimmy used to date Clark but is now married to one of Chopper’s exes; I live on a small and incestuous square block. Jimmy visits us once per quarter when his husband runs off to China for six weeks to make inflatable pool furniture for a dollar, which he then resells here for sixty.
“Girl, if I was straight, catching a glimpse of that thong would be the end of me,” says Jimmy, ogling the top half of my Agent Provocateur Nymphette knickers peeking out of my jeans.
I smile. Gay men are so great for the ego.
“Back off,” Clark scolds, walking into the living room with three glasses and a bottle of wine. “I saw her first.” He sits down on my other side and starts pouring.
That’s right—fight over me, like all men should. I sigh. If only being a fag hag included sex perks…
“I think I bought her those anyway.” Clark pulls at the back of my jeans playfully.
“At least you stopped buying them for yourself.” Jimmy smacks Clark’s hand away and winks at me. “Men should not thong.”
Clark’s eyes widen. “You never used to complain.”
“Well…” Jimmy smiles. “I guess I did have a weakness for those leather ones.” He clinks his glass against Clark’s.
“You know, my friend Ireland’s ex-husband wore thongs, and he plays for the L.A. Kings.”
“Let me guess…” Jimmy says. “He’s European?”
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