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Our lives continued on this way. Trent was a busy guy, but when he came home I was always there for him, ready to help him relax and enjoy his downtime. As we grew into our relationship, we got to know each other quite a bit more. We spent a lot of time talking and exploring each other’s past and personality.

One afternoon, just a little after 5 pm I received a text message from Trent.

"What are you doing?" he wrote.

"I'm working. What are you doing?" I replied.

"I need a kiss, REALLY bad! :)" his message read.

"Come and get it!" I responded.

"Come see me at work." he countered.

"Really? Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, how soon can you be here?" he wrote.

"Half an hour?" I typed.

"Kewl. I am puckered up and waiting." he messaged.

That was good enough for me. I shut down my laptop, threw my things in my brief case, and headed out. Realizing I might be meeting his coworkers for the first time and not wanting to lug my laptop around, I decided to stop off at home on the way. I ran into the condo, changed my clothes, dropped off the laptop, freshened up, and then bolted back out the door.

I arrived at the restaurant where Trent worked, and wasn't quite sure how to proceed. So, I sent him a text message.

"Ok. I'm outside," I wrote.

"We don't deliver. Get your ass in here! :) Tell the host you're here to see me," he countered.

I got out of the car and went into the restaurant. The host was standing with menu in hand. He was a tall black man, with close-cropped hair. He was very attractive, and had beautiful eyes.

"Just one?" he asked.

"Oh, no, actually I'm here to see Trent."

"Oh, ok. Wait, are you Paul?"

Stunned that he'd know who I was, I figured maybe Trent had told him I would be coming in to meet him. But, the way he said it was as though he knew me somehow. Or, was he trying to differentiate me from some other guy who comes to visit Trent, I wondered.

"It's great to meet you, finally!" He said, extending his hand to shake mine. "I'm Greg," he offered.

"Nice to meet you!"

"Come on. Follow me," he instructed.

I walked through the restaurant and it sure smelled good. It was an upscale seafood restaurant, but not overly formal. The food on the tables looked beautifully prepared and I only noticed one well behaved child in the restaurant--a little girl with glasses, probably eight or nine years old. As we walked past the bar, Greg stopped and