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curiosity, Neelie quietly started to narrate in his ear. “Next table over, the ginger-haired man is a descendent of Cornelius Vanderbilt, next to him on his right, is a second or third cousin of George Bush.”
    She continued her monologue until they were approached by a tall thin woman with an aquiline nose. Zac immediately pegged her for the horsey set. “Edie, this is Elisabeth’s close friend, Zac Moore,” she introduced Zac.
    The woman extended her hand, “From which line of the Moore family?”
    Before he could answer, Neelie had taken over, “Zac was raised on the west coast, but he’s of the Moores that settled Southold.”
    “Oh really,” Edie’s crepe-skinned eyes widened, “your line dates way back.”
    Neelie continued, “Yes, they settled Long Island in the 1630’s coming from the Massachusetts Bay Colony.”
    “Fascinating,” Edie’s eyes bore into Zac as if he were a rare species. “Do you plan to stay on the east coast?”
    Zac hadn’t considered it until that moment when it came out of his mouth, “Absolutely. I’m much happier here. I’ve been on the east coast for a while now. I went to school in New Hampshire. Exeter. And my father is living in the city.”
    “East side?” Edie was becoming more and more interested with Mr. Zac Moore.
    Zac laughed. “No. A loft in SoHo. I think he’s going through a delayed Bohemian stage.”
    The woman was completely charmed.
    Liz came and sat down on Zac’s left. To her left, a twenty-something Connecticut blueblood sat down. Zac was introduced to Perry Baker, who then monopolized Liz for the entire dinner.
    At dinner’s end, Zac could feel Liz’s fingers digging into his leg, just above his knee. “Hit the bar?” he suggested.
    “Hell yeah,” she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear.
    Taking her by the arm, Zac ushered her out of the room and down the hall to the deep crimson darkness of the bar.
    “This is why I’m gay,” she hissed in his ear as soon as they were perched on bar stools. “The men my mother would deem socially acceptable are either arrogant, master of the universe bores or drunken dilettantes.”
    “And you want?” he smiled at her, awaiting her honest answer in this setting that was anything but.
    “Smart, hot, dirty-mouthed pussy.”
    “We have so much in common,” Zac laughed. “You know you’re the perfect woman.”
    Liz let out a sigh as she leaned into the wooden back of the barstool, “Yeah, I know. If only you didn’t have that big thick swinging dick.”
    “How do you know it’s big, thick and swinging?” Zac challenged.
    “Moore, you live in your damn boxers. Your legs are always spread wide and you can’t miss that thing.”
    Zac was surprised, “Wow, so you’ve really been checking out my package?”
    Liz leaned close and leveled a very serious look at him. “I could pick it out in a line up,” and they both descended into uncontrollable laughter.
    When they looked up, Perry Baker was standing next to them with a bemused look on his face as if he were waiting to get let in on the joke.
    “So, how long have you two been together?” He stood between their bar stools.
    “Define together?” Liz challenged, still laughing.
    “A couple.”
    “We’re not a couple,” Liz corrected, “we’re best friends.”
    “With benefits?” Perry wasn’t going to let up until he had the whole story, not realizing that Liz and Zac would offer up a homogenized version of the truth.
    “She has the benefit of my company,” Zac actually snickered.
    “Oh puhleeeze, don’t flatter yourself,” Liz sneered back.
    “So you’re just friends?” Perry was having a seemingly hard time with the concept.
    “Just friends,” Zac confirmed.
    “That’s why you have so much fun together.”
    “You’re probably right,” they both agreed.
    “I wish I had a friend I could take to these things to help make it bearable. A girlfriend would be even nicer, but it would still be great to