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Ryan
I had just preparedthe chicken breasts for dinner and set them in the fridge until it was time to put them in the oven. Russell was going to text me when he was on his way over. But I had a lot of time on my hands still so I sat down with the laptop to chat with April and Kim.
Kim: So, are you ready for your dinner date with Russell?
Ryan: It’s not a dinner date.
April: I thought he was coming over to your place and you had planned dinner.
Ryan: Yes. He’s coming over for dinner tonight.
April: So, if you don’t call it a dinner date, what do you call it?
Ryan: Dinner.
Kim: What are we going to do with you?
Ryan: I think I have everything set.
April: I bet you’ll even get a blow job.
Kim: Oh! Like under the table!
Ryan: No, you guys. I’ve told you that Russell doesn’t do that.
April: Have you asked him yet?
Kim: Yeah, Ry. Communication is the key.
Ryan: No! I haven’t asked him for one because I don’t want one.
A few minutes had passed before either of them brought anything else up. They knew how I feel about the blow job topic.
Kim: What kind of wine are you serving with the chicken?
Ryan: Wine?
April: Red or white?
Kim: I actually like either with chicken.
April: Meh, I can go for the white, but hate red wine.
Kim: So, what did you get Ryan?
Ryan: Uh, I picked up some iced tea in the jug at the grocery store.
Kim: Ryan!
April: What the fuck? Do you not listen to anything we say?
Kim: How are you going to serve that man iced tea?
April: From a fucking jug? Is there a convenience store that you can go get something more grown up?
Ryan: Russell likes iced tea. He drinks it whenever we’re out. I thought he’d like it.
