“What? How do you …” Truitt started to ask right before he finally saw me. “You’re not,” I said slightly annoyed that he didn’t see me right in front of him. “Cameron, I think I’m lost,” Truitt said as he was walking down the sidewalk right toward me. He married my oldest sister and is 10 years older, but we’ve always gotten along and were even in the same frat, so we bonded over that. Besides, the amount of cock I take on a weekly basis for those married closet cases at work should be enough for me to dress how I want.Īnyway, my brother-in-law called last week to tell me that he’s coming to the city for a few days for business and wanted to hang out. I still had my Southern preppy style that the rest of the guys on the trading desk loved to make fun of, but this is the style at Ole Miss and I like it.
I had just moved to NYC a few months ago and was settling in nicely to my Wall Street job.
