“You’re Eric?” I asked.

Eric nodded, stepping over the threshold, “And you’re Calix, I assume. Steven told me about your situation.” His voice was smooth, velvety; the voice of an angel.

Steven was leaning against the foyer wall during this exchange and now he told me, “He was one of the people that advised Chad not to do it.”

“Chad’s told me a lot about you,” Eric shrugged off his jacket, throwing it over one of the dining room chairs as he walked to the kitchen. “Apparently, I was right in thinking that you would take this kind of revenge.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say. “Steven, you can go now.”

“Fine,” Steven shrugged. “I told Chad to call me when he’s on his way home. When I get the message, I’ll call you guys and pass it on.”

“Fair enough,”

Steven left.

We were alone.

“So,” Eric broke the silence. “Your revenge…”

“Yes?”

“Should we get started on that, or sit down and have some coffee?” Eric tilted his head towards the machine.

“I already had a cup, but you can have one,” I replied.

Eric ambled in the kitchen and I slid on a stool. A couple of minutes later, my companion joined me.

“So,” he began. “How far do you want to go?”

“I’m fine with any length,” I explained. “I turn 18 next month, so I’m not gonna be a minor for much longer.”

“As far as…you know,”

I laughed at Eric’s discomfort, “Don’t worry, I’ve already done it.”

“Good,” Eric set down the cup. “Then let’s do it,”

I smiled, “Meet you upstairs in Chad’s bedroom. I gotta go pee.”

It was kind of cruel, I thought as I went to the small lavatory tucked away between the stairs and the steps to the basement, what I was doing.

But doing the bet with another guy to have sex with you for a night of “fantasies” is crueler, piped up that little annoying mental voice.

“Shut up, you whore,” I muttered back. “I can take care of myself.”

Fine, replied the little mental voice, have fun.