"So, Mupepe, how about I come over around seven-ish? I'll bring some courvoisier and some chocolate strawberries."
"Buddy, I am so sorry, but you caught me at a bad time. I'm about to leave for Canada."
Mupepe heard what seemed like a groan on the other line. This was so unexpected. On the one hand, he knew what he was getting with Garrett. A man who took his time. A man who knew all of his favorite positions, his erogenous zones, everything that tickled his fancy in the bedroom. On the other hand, the possibilities of Arvie awaited him in Canada. He could probably cancel the ticket. Or he could try to postpone it and pay the service charge. Or...
"Hey, Garrett, you there?"
"...Yeah...I'm just...Mupepe, baby..."
"Look, I just had an idea. How about I trade in my first-class ticket for two coach tickets and we go to Canada - together?"
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me. Let's go to Canada together. It'll be an adventure, and...well...let's just say I've got a hot little piece of ass lined up over there. What do you say, buddy? Can you be ready in an hour?"
"Shit, nukka, I haven't even unpacked yet. I'm ready NOW."
"I'll pick you up in thirty minutes, then. Canada, here we come!"
...to be continued...