Room #104 and Neighbor Damon – Part 6 Just because a man buys you drinks does that entitle him to more? August and September One evening a few weeks later, I met a friend for dinner in Hollywood, and it just so happened that Damon’s company was having an event at a nearby club. He called me up and invited me to come, but I declined. “Well, do you think you could give me a ride home?” He went on to explain that his company had picked him up in a limo and he didn’t have his car. I didn’t think it was a big deal – the club was 10 minutes from the restaurant, and we live just a few blocks from one another in Venice, so I agreed. It seemed harmless. I picked him up from the party, and as we got to the intersection of La Brea and Venice, about halfway home, he realized he left his keys at the club. “What do you want to do?” I asked. I was frustrated, tired and just wanted to be home. “I’ll call and have one of the workers from my office drive the van over and bring my keys. I know exactly where they are.” Exasperated, I pull into the gas station under a lamppost. I was tired and wanted to be home and I was in no mood to be with him. We were there …
Read the original:
Room #104 and Neighbor Damon – Part 6
Related posts:
- Room #104 and Neighbor Damon – Part 7
- Room #104 and Neighbor Damon – Part 5
- Room #104 and Neighbor Damon – Part 2
- Room #104 and Neighbor Damon – Part 3
- Room #104 and Neighbor Damon – Part 4
- Room #104 and Neighbor Damon
- I did Something stupid with my Neighbor. Again…
- Dirt Bike Boy And The Neighbor
- Dirt Bike Boy And The Neighbor
- How I Hooked Up With A Neighbor
