tailieunhanh - Thoughts Left Unsaid

The first time I met Phil he stumbled into my dorm room drunk, and after several minutes of incoherent rambling vomited all over my floor. I passed him several times in the hallway after that, but despite my approaches, my attempts to make light of the situation, he never said much. My initial thought was that he was peculiar, if not a bit of a jerk. It wasn’t until the next semester that I actually got to know him. | Thoughts Left Unsaid by Alex Exley Copyright 2011 Alex Exley and Humburger Publishing Inc. Smashwords edition. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you re reading this book and did not purchase it or it was not purchased for your use only then please return to and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Names characters places and events are the products of the author s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental. If you enjoy the quality of this story and are interested in erotic fiction with similar quality writing and storylines check out Alex Exley s collection of short stories Tales of Love Lust. Select erotic stories also sold individually. Feel free to contact the author at thehumburger@ with any comments or questions. And ratings and reviews are always appreciated. Thoughts Left Unsaid I sat on a bar stool near The Agora s only pool table one hand gripping the thin end of a pool cue its base on the floor. I was meeting my friend Phil to watch a baseball game and have a few beers maybe play some pool. I looked absentmindedly at a TV mounted high on the wall as the Red Sox took the field for the start of the first inning. I wasn t paying close attention I had something else on my mind a secret I had been harboring for many months a secret I wanted to tell Phil though I knew I shouldn t. Phil Over here I hollered across the bar after seeing my friend walk through the door. A few of the patrons looked at me as if I d yelled out in the middle of a church service. The Agora s that kind of place. More of a lounge than a bar it s dimly lit with tall ceilings and an eclectic décor featuring modern art on the walls and an .