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bother to remove the bow around his dick and his ankles, which caused Toby’s imagination to kick into overdrive.
“I can’t believe Brad forgot to tell you we’d be meeting on Christmas Eve,” Richie said, as he walked to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. “I’m going to kill him. But I’m sorry I frightened you. I never would have been standing there in this get up if I’d known you were coming home.”
“Ah well,” Toby said. He couldn’t stop thinking about the red bow around Richie’s dick. He wanted to get down on his knees and untie the red bows around Richie’s sexy ankles and lick his toes. But he knew he had to tell Richie everything and he wasn’t looking forward to it. He couldn’t let him continue to believe Brad was still coming. So he cleared his throat and asked, “When was the last time you talked to Brad?”
Richie asked, “Do you want coffee? I made a fresh pot for Brad.” He seemed so happy and so carefree.
“No, I’m Fine,” Toby said. He wanted a highball.
“I never talk to Brad unless it’s really important,” Richie said. “He’s very discreet. The last time I saw Brad was here in this apartment, and we made definite plans to meet here on Christmas Eve. And I’m on vacation this week, so I haven’t seen him in the office. They said because I didn’t take vacation for the past two years I had to take it this week. If I didn’t, they said I’d wind up losing the vacation days. So I figured I’d better.”
“So that’s why I haven’t seen you around,” Toby said. “I just figured you were busy working on another floor or something.” There were times when he didn’t see Richie around and this wasn’t unusual. He glanced at the dining table and saw a small gift wrapped box with a huge red bow. Richie must have been planning to exchange Christmas presents with Brad.
“No, I’ve been on vacation since Monday.”
“I think you’d better come over here and sit down on the sofa,” Toby said.
Richie turned and faced him. He walked into the living room and tilted his head sideways. “Why? What’s wrong? Did something happen to Brad?”
“Ah well.” Toby glanced down at his shoes and rubbed his jaw. “Why don’t you sit down.”
“He’s dead,” Richie said. “I knew it was too good to be true. I knew something terrible would happen. Oh my God. How did it happen? When did it happen?”
Toby lifted his arms. “He’s not dead. Please, just sit down.”
“I don’t want to sit,” Richie said. “If he’s not dead, what happened?”
Toby hesitated for a moment. He turned and started to pace the room. “Well, I’m not sure how to tell you this.” It wasn’t fair that he had to be the one to do this, especially on Christmas Eve.
“Tell me what?”
Toby stopped pacing and turned to face him. He shrugged and said, “No one knows about this yet and I’m not sure they ever will. People at the office only know a made up excuse. The only reason I know about it is because my best friend, Rosemary, who lives next door, is a doctor at St. Vincent’s.”
“He had a heart attack?” Richie asked. “I knew it was too good to be true. Oh, poor Brad. He was working so hard. I was worried something like this would happen.”
“It’s not that,” Toby said. Richie had not idea how hard Brad had been working…on everyone. With the double life he’d been leading it was a wonder he didn’t have a heart attack. “Sometime last weekend Brad’s wife caught him in a compromising situation. Evidently, she’d been following him around for some time. And last weekend she followed him to a park downtown and caught him in the bushes with a couple of guys. She beat the hell out of him pretty badly with a baseball bat.” Toby didn’t go into details. He figured it was kinder not to mention that Brad’s wife had caught him getting gang banged by four guys, of mixed races, next to a cypress. Brad had been on his back, with his legs in the air, begging to get fucked, when the wife stormed in with a baseball bat and beat the hell out of him. The guys took one look at her and ran away. Someone called the police, and Brad’s father-in-law had to fix things so the incident would stay out of the newspapers. No one at the