Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 00:29:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robyn <wolfhowlin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lives Intertwined (Chapter 2)

Lives Intertwined (Chapter 2)
By The WhiteWolf

	Ah, I see you're still intrigued. This is chapter 2, as you should
be well aware of. You may find the way I write these chapters is rather
odd, but try not to focus on it. All questions will be answered in due
time. I'll try to reassure you with my vision without giving away too much.

	Brad glanced at Jim as he got on and continued to watch him
intently. This was nothing different from his usual routines. Watching
people that he found interesting simply by appearance was merely a
reflex. The person could be very attractive or just have a certain quality
about them that he was drawn to. Alas, he did not contact them; he simply
hid behind his newspaper. In his mind there was no such thing as love at
first sight. He only rides the bus to study people.

	Brad is a go-go dancer. Dancer by night, lounger by day, and was a
habitual skeptic. It wasn't a terrible job by any means. The pay was
sufficient and with the tips it gave him enough money for a decent
penthouse apartment. He didn't care for the title go-go dancer. Exotic
dancer, perhaps. His boss, however, advertised Brad exactly how he wanted.

	The only reason he rides the bus is because of the small
interactions with other people.  He had been watching the man as he got off
the bus and at that moment Brad turned away.  Having only seen his face for
a split second he was soon forgotten. His image was replaced with someone
Brad had met 2 months ago and they were intimately involved. Brad was on
his way to his house.

	Brad knocked on the door but it didn't open. Only a voice emitted
from inside.

	"It's open," called the voice. Brad entered slowly as he usually
does and saw Sammy sitting on the couch eating a bowl of ginger rice.

	Brad came and sat down on the couch putting his hand on Sammy's
leg, "Hey, tiger," He looked in the bowl. "What'cha eatin'?"

	"There's some in the kitchen. Ginger rice and there's some lemon
chicken in the fridge.  Help yourself."

	Brad paused for a moment and got up, "Sure." As he entered, he
thought about what just happened. Where's the love? Not even a "hello"? Not
the same affection he had received a month ago. Sammy would've gladly
gotten a bowl for him 3 weeks ago. Not that Brad was incapable of doing
that himself, but it just seemed that the bond between them was wearing
thin.
	Brad picked a small rice bowl and some soy sauce. Suddenly, he
heard a football announcer on TV. The channel quickly changed to random
channel featuring "The View". Sammy had lied down on the couch as Brad
walked back with a meager portion of ginger rice.

	As he ate with the chopsticks (he taught himself), "Did you make
this?"

	"The rice, not the chicken." That was the only response Brad
got. He was trying his best to strike up a conversation. Was Sammy trying
to tell him something? For the following hour it was practically
silent. Brad had moved onto the couch and was running his fingers along
Sammy's neck. The fingers traveled down along the back. Sammy began to
loosen up.

	Sammy led Brad to his bedroom. It was very large, with a queen-size
waterbed. Sammy laid Brad down on the bed on his back. He knew Brad
preferred to be a bottom. He moved down along Brad's body and stopped just
above his belly button. His hands reached back and he gently placed kisses
along Brad's stomach. His hands traced up Brad's legs and back down
again. Brad gave a small moan in anticipation of what was to come. Sammy
moved further down to Brad's crotch as his hands slowly slip up along his
inner thighs. This had always been a highly erotic zone for Brad and he
gave a sharp intake of air as Sammy continued his ministrations. As Brad
closed his eyes, Sammy had run his tongue along Brad's cock and proceeded
to gingerly lap at his member. Continuing their exploration, his hands ran
up along Brad's sides and roamed freely on his chest. Brad let his head
roll back as Sammy took control and pleasured him. Brad opened his eyes in
time to see Sammy engulf his tool slowly. He took just the head using his
tongue to lick it lightly. Moving further down gave Brad a more intense
feeling. Brad soon clutched the sides of the bed and began to breathe
faster. Sammy thought the situation he had set up for Brad was too great
for him to hold off for too long and he backed up. Brad eased up his grip.

	"Why did you stop," Brad questioned between breaths.

	Sammy was silent for a moment. "It looked like^Å I want this to
last."

	Brad smiled, "Trust me, Sammy it will." He sat up and kissed Sammy.

	It was hour later as Sammy began to get dressed. He no longer
lingered in bed with Brad.  He didn't snuggle, even though he had claimed
that pleased him. Although Brad lay back in bed he knew something was
troubling Sammy. Nothing was spoken as Sammy got up and left the room.

	"That's it," Brad thought to himself, "just a quick fuck and leave
the room? Something's not right." Brad was about to get dressed and leave
as well when something caught his eye. It was Sammy's leather-bound
diary. Did Brad dare to read it? Relationships were based on trust and this
would also be violating Sammy's privacy. But if Brad wanted to find out
what was wrong with Sammy he knew he could find it in his diary. Brad
opened to the last dated entry.


3/23
	I've decided. I can't continue my charade and I have to tell
him. Brad will be crushed but perhaps pity sex can soften the blow.


	Brad had closed his eyes. I mean breaking up with him was bad
enough, but giving him pity sex was just humiliating. He continued reading
to the entry before that.


3/20
	Went shopping today and bought myself a new beanie baby. Of course
it was a clone named: "beanie friends". But the lion was just too cute to
pass up. I'm procrastinating and I didn't stay home because I needed to
take my mind off Brad. I'm not even sure what I can do.  Can I honestly
tell him what I've done? Do I pretend that nothing happened? I'm distraught
even though I'm trying to hide it.


3/15
	I met him in the coffee shop. I was waiting for my latte and I saw
this incredibly cute and tall man. He was wearing a tan sweater rolled up
at the sleeves. He sat down at my table and we chatted for a while.
	The night was passionate with this mystery man. I've never had sex
on kitchen tile before.  I must say it was rather erotic. Just the thought
of it makes me^Å well, I'm sure you understand how I fell. Before he
left I remembered to ask for his name. He said Jack. I'll never know for
sure that was his name, but I'll never forget that.
	Moments later I returned to earth and remembered Brad. What am I
going to do? I'll think of something. There's got to be some way to fix
this. I mean it's not the end of the world, right?


	Brad stopped reading. He didn't need to read anymore. Sammy was in
the kitchen as he heard the front door slam. As Sammy walked out he saw his
diary in the middle of the family room floor.

	This was the only thing Brad had enjoyed since five years ago, when
he traveled to France. After that his mother had died and he never really
got over it. That is, until he met Sammy. He met his future, now ex-lover,
in an unlikely place. Radio Shack. Brad was looking to buy a computer and a
RF connector. Sammy helped showing him the computers, giving him sultry
looks frequently. Although Brad held off on buying a computer he did
purchase the connector. Sammy wrote his phone number on the receipt.

	"I left my phone number if you ever need help. You know, hooking up
a computer or whatever." He also gave Brad a sly wink. He believed on
spreading his intentions on thick, yet trying to remain clever.

	Brad awoke from his trip down memory lane as he passed by a fruit
stand. He bought a single orange and began to walk down to work at the club
The Tiger Cage. It was quite a walk but the temperature was mild and Brad
didn't feel like taking the bus.

	He walked in and the manager noticed almost immediately. He met him
at the stage door.

	"Oh hey, Brad," he spoke a bit quickly, "Bad news. I booked another
act in your spot."  He paused, "I meant to call you but, it was a last
minute thing." Brad remained quiet and then took the orange slice out of
his mouth.

	"I'm not in the mood to dance." Brad avoided eye contact and really
did not want to talk to the manager. Having the night free did improve his
attitude because he didn't have to act like he was having fun.
	He sat at the bar and ordered a lion tamer. The bartender glanced
up at Brad and then slightly shook his head as he went to make the
drink. Brad didn't often drink, but it was a special occasion. No time like
the present to drown your troubles. He decided to hang around the club and
he might as well see what was so special about this act that took his
place. He didn't have to think about it as soon as it started.

TBC