trails off into a land of “aahs”.

As soon as I dislodge my dick, Rick jumps off the bed, then grabs the wall to steady his spinning head.

“I’m gonna have to go,” he gasps while trying to catch his breath.

“Why don’t you let me sober you up? How about some coffee?”

“I don’t have time.”

He looks ill—pale and shaken. The Jewish mother in me comes out. He shouldn’t drive in his condition.

“A shower would help clear your head,” I tell him. “How ‘bout a quick one?”

He nods. Then while we’re in the shower together, he throws-up his entire lunch—pasta with tomato sauce. It’s floating right at my feet. If I didn’t already have OCD I’d have it now. I get out of the shower and spray my feet with Lysol.

Rick quickly dries off and starts dressing.

“I got to get back to work. I’m late,” he says, still shaking.

But then suddenly he runs back into the bathroom to throw-up again. He’s in bad shape.

Is this my fault? Should I have stopped? I’m feeling guilty. Was I fucking him really hard just to get back at my ex-boyfriend?

At the door, when Rick’s ready to go, I look into his bloodshot eyes. He looks into mine and laughs.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“I’m still feeling…shaky.”

“What are you shook up by?”

“The whole thing. Everything. All of it.”

Concerned, I ring him on his cell phone the next day.

“I wanted to make sure you got home okay,” I say.

“Yeah I did, thanks.”

“Are you installing a phone in someone’s house right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’ll let you go. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”

Fifteen minutes later my phone rings. It’s Rick, calling me from his GTE van.

“I really liked that,” he says. “Do you want to get together again?”

“Sure.”

“That was just the kind of sex I like. To get really high and get the daylights fucked out of me. Sorry if I freaked you out. I hope you won’t hold it against me.”

I tell him I’ll call him soon, but I’m not sure I will. I’m waiting for Mikey to ring, hoping he wants to see me this weekend. Because the truth is, hot as it is fucking bisexual telephone installers in the middle of the afternoon, I want a relationship with someone who doesn’t throw up afterwards.