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Jackie. She was a bit put out when Henry told her in no uncertain terms that he was not staying at her place, and he wasn’t up for company.
    Jackie: Where are you??
    Henry: Home right where I said I was going
    Jackie: I feel like you’re not telling the truth
    Henry: How do you figure?
    Jackie: Why can’t I come over there?
    Henry put the phone down on the kitchen counter. He pulled the wrinkled program out from his jacket. Placing it next to the phone, he went to the fridge for a beer. Henry tossed his keys on the table and toed off his shoes. He was staring down at the program when his phone went off again.
    Jackie: HELLOOOO!! I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.
    Henry: What am I doing?
    Jackie: We would be together right now if you weren’t with someone else.
    Henry: U r being ridiculous and I am going to ice my SHIN goodnight.
    Henry shut the phone off and dropped it back on the counter top.
    He knew she would overreact. More often than not, he would give in to her just because it was easier. But tonight he had put his foot down, she had annoyed him more than usual tonight and he needed to be alone. She didn’t accept it well, but Henry firmly believed that she was predisposed to disagree.
    Finishing the beer in three long pulls, he cracked open another and went to find his laptop. He wanted to know as much about the show as possible. Once he was online, he searched the show schedule first. Tonight had been the second in a three show stop. There was only one show left for the Boston engagement, and then it moved on to New Jersey.
    Ryan Mallory.
    It had been six years. That one night, they almost… Henry pressed the heel of his hand against his left eye. The memories of Ryan and that night in college were playing in his mind. Henry thought about it more often than he wanted to admit to himself. That night and that man were also frequently what played in his mind while he masturbated. The only difference being that he would imagine them finishing where they had left off that night instead of him getting up to run away. Not that he regretted the decision; it was the right one. But he could still fantasize and he did…often. He would stay. He would pick Ryan up giving him no choice but to wrap his legs around Henry’s waist to avoid falling. Henry would walk over to the bed and sit down with Ryan in his lap. Then lie back so that Ryan was on top of him, covering him. Looking down at him, smiling with that sexy crooked smile of his. Henry unconsciously rubbed his suddenly throbbing groin against the counter top. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, grabbed a credit card and bought one ticket to the final show.
    So Ryan traveled, he wasn’t living here in Boston. That made Henry feel a bit dejected although he couldn’t comprehend why. He would never approach the man. How humiliating would that be? It was bad enough that he was stalking him online and was willing to go to his show and watch him like a creeper.
    Once the transaction was complete, he scooped up the laptop and beer and headed for the living room. Flopping down on the sofa, he stared at the confirmation number on the screen. “What the fuck did I do that for?” Henry said aloud.
    Henry typed Ryan’s name into the search bar. His finger lingered over the enter button. He already knew that he wasn’t going to get over this night anytime soon. Did he really want to make it worse for himself?
    He closed the laptop and dropped it on the sofa beside him. Chugging his beer and watching the computer as if it was going to magically open up on its own. Nope, he wasn’t going to make it any worse. It couldn’t get any worse than buying the ticket he supposed. Leaving the laptop where it was, he grabbed a third beer and headed for the shower.
    It was going to be a long night, thoughts of Ryan Mallory consumed him.
    Déjà vu.
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    Henry slept in the next day; he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, as predicted. He was awake most of