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that’s great…. Um, I mean, it’s fine. I mean, that doesn’t bother me….” Nathan’s face turning red again.
    Joshua chuckled under his breath until Brandon discretely punched him in the gut.
    “I’m sure we’ll see you around this week, but the party starts at eight Saturday night,” Brandon said as they left.

Chapter 5
    The Stripper (David)
     
     
    “I’M SERIOUSLY going to murder you in your sleep one of these days,” David said as he held up the zebra-striped mini boxer briefs, doubting his penis would even fit in them.
    “Oh, come on, bro. You’ve got to help me out,” his brother Jamie wheezed from the couch. “If I call in sick, they will fire me.”
    “Well, you better start looking for a new job ’cause there is no way in hell I’m putting that on and giving some dude a lap dance,” David assured him.
    “Oh God, I feel like I’m dying,” Jamie said as he covered his head with his blanket and proceeded to cough like he was actually going to die.
    “You’re not dying. It’s a cold. And you’re the one who got yourself into this stupid job. I am not saving you this time,” David said, throwing the ridiculous underwear onto the table.
    “You know this is the only job I could find that pays me enough to go to school full-time and cover my half of the rent,” Jamie whined as he continued to cough up a lung. “You just have to dance one song and leave. You can totally do this. You’re still in shape from soccer, and you’re not a completely horrible dancer…. Just help me out this once. Please, David.”
    Ha! Once his ass. David had spent most of his life getting his little brother out of trouble. Their mom referred to Jamie as a “free spirit,” which in layman’s terms meant flakey and irresponsible. He rarely thought things through before he acted, like deciding to become a gay male stripper to pay his way through school. He wasn’t even gay, but he said men paid double what woman did in tips. Mom thought he was a flower delivery guy. All their dad’s dreams of his boys playing professional soccer wasted on a lazy stripper and a woodworker with a blown knee.
    “Come on, David, I’ll owe you big.” Jamie no longer sounded like himself, he was so congested.
    “You have nothing I want, Jamie.” David grabbed the garbage can from the kitchen and began cleaning up Jamie’s mess of Kleenex littering the living room.
    “I’ll get my own place,” Jamie said, and stopped David in his tracks.
    David loved his brother and let him move in with him after graduation when their parents decided to retire to Arizona, but living with him was challenging to say the least. Jamie was a night owl, along with his best friend Levi—they were like dumb and dumber.
    “You know Mom would kill me if she thought I’d kicked you out. So thanks, but no thanks.”
    “Not kicked out, moved out, and I will talk to Mom. Levi and I are planning on moving into the dorms next semester, but I’m not going to be able to move if I lose my job.”
    David paced the living room, knowing he was fucked. He picked up the stripper wear and his brother’s iPod and walked to his room without looking back.
    “Thanks, bro. Oh, and could you pick me up some soup on the way home?” David heard his brother’s hoarse voice as he closed his bedroom door.
    David laid his head back against the door, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. How had his Saturday night just gone from watching the game to stripping for a gay couple’s bachelor party?
    Fucking Jamie….
    David looked at his watch and saw he had three hours until Jamie was supposed to appear at the party. He was going to need a shower, some liquor, and some practice if he was going to pull this off.
    An hour later David was wearing the minuscule boxer briefs and working on his third beer while straddling a chair, swaying to the music in front of his mirrored closet door, when his brother walked in wrapped up in a blanket.
    “Oh fuck, my