Friday, September 19th, 2003

I’m in someone else’s house w/ Susannah. She’s gone out with the mother of the house and some of the young kids. I’m in bed (shirtless at least) with a young woman and her boyfriend. The woman and I are partially under the sheets and we tongue kiss while I fondle her breasts. The boyfriend can’t see what we’re doing but he knows we’re doing something. He leaves as the woman and I talk in bed. He comes back in soon later, disturbing the nice, private time we’re having. There is obviously some tension between the two of them. He lies down on the bed with us and joins the conversation. His manner is haughty and knowing. I ask him what he does for a living. He says he no longer has to work. I ask him what he used to do. He says he owned a “Video Hosting” business. The woman says sarcastically, “Yeah, video hosting.” They’re obviously referring to an escort service. I wonder for a minute if she worked for him. I say, “well, it certainly sounds more lucrative than a video store business.”

Through the window I see Susannah coming home with the mother (Cynthia Hammond) and her kids (one of whom is black). Susannah yells through the window for me to come see what they got (ramen, duck eggs, etc). I think to myself that I’ve already had ramen today and didn’t want to join them for dinner.

I get out of the bed and stand beside it. The woman opens her shirt partly. The man does so also. The sexual tension in the room is overwhelming. I’m torn between the urge to get out of this awkward, slightly dangerous situation and the urge to spend more time with this very attractive woman. I start plotting a rendezvous but realize that everyone would suspect something if both she and I were missing at the same time.