Hands To Myself | Intersexual

Fried tomatoes

I drove quickly through the streets of L.A, because I know if I'm late, Zach will kill me. My friend called me the afternoon, marking a dinner with me at his house, probably to ask me about the arrest. Zach was less rigorous than Dinah and Ally. 

I was happy to be able to visit him, I was dying of longing for the little Amber. Zach and James lived in a condominium that was 40 minutes from my house, so I could not take long. The doorman greets me by name, accustomed to seeing me there and letting me go up. It is a rise of 10 floors to the apartment of my favorite men. It's James who answers the door.

- "Lauren!" He opens his arms, and then I'm stuck in a bear hug. James was a very strong guy, he fought Judo, giving his body built, which I'm sure liked Zach. He was still blonde. James was a very attractive man.


- "Hey, blonde!" I mess his hair and he smiles big. I enter the apartment, seeing several child toys, diapers, and a delicious smell of fried tomatoes. "Are you doing tomatoes?" I speak with my eyes shining. 

I am completely in love with fried tomatoes, and made by James were wonderful.

- "Yeah, Zach said so. He said you deserve to relax."


"Speaking of him, where is he?" - I sit on the couch, stretching my feet on the coffee table.


- "He's with Amber inside." James begins to peel onions, concentrated.


"How's my goddaughter?"


- "She is well. She now picked up the mania of laughing whenever Zach says something to her," The blonde has a proud air, and I smile. "Amber was our little treasure."


"Look if it isn't  our Auntie Delinquent, Amber!" Zach appears in the living room, with Amber only in diapers and a mocking smile. I approach them and Amber sees me, stretching her little arms so I'll take her.


- "Hi, Bear". I kiss Zach's cheek, picking up Amber. "Hi, my beautiful." Amber gives me a toothless smile.

- "How are you?" Zach puts his hands on his hair, who were dirty of talc (he could never change Amber without getting dirty), and sits on the couch. 

James is now frying the onions, and I imagine how tasty they will stay with the tomatoes. I sit down too, playing with Amber fingers.

"I'm fine, in the best possible way. I was promoted."


- "Swear? That deer disguised as Drake figured it out. Did you finally do something good?"

My friend had a big scolding regarding my boss, who according to him, exploited me for dismay.

"Well..." I think a little, because it was not exactly Drake, but Camila, but I can not talk about her because of the contract. - "We were. Now I help to command the scenes."


"You must be loving it, right. Thanks love." He thanks James, who had brought wine glasses to us. I dispense mine, for having amber on my lap, and she is never still. 

"I do. To be able to do what I always dreamed and still be able to command the Cabello."

Zach laughs tall, and I disguise with a false laugh. If my friend knew that I would order Camila in other ways. 

Camila ... I sigh when thinking about her and my excitement to see her. 

"It is hard, until it's all cool. I do not need to clean a ground and do not even make some coffee. They put a boy in my place."

- "Speaking of Camila. What was that shit that made you invade her house"? Zach laughs, and James together. This was what makes him good. My friend would never criticize me.


"As you said, shit. They made a correspondence delivery at her house, and I simply got the address. I always had a huge desire to come to her house."


- "So that's it. And it ended up on box because of it."