Well, there was something else too. I was seeing Roman. A lot. It was interesting. He still felt like just a friend and I think he felt the same way about me, because he’d start a lot of conversations off by saying, “Hey, I have an idea. Have you ever tried it this way before?” Use your imagination. When he’d say this way, he’d suggest a new sexual thing he and I hadn’t done—sometimes it was a different location; other times, it was an unusual position; a couple of times, it was a toy of some sort. We never did it in the same place or the same way twice. I think that was why the friendship aspect of our relationship stayed strong. Our sexual moments, while hot and consuming, were almost like a business transaction. We’d even taken to talking about it afterward, and I’d tell him where I thought it would fit into a particular book. But he was fucking me so much, my writing couldn’t keep up.
