Remember the dinners?

When you were in the green dress and we went with people from my job At the time to the Vietnamese restaurant?

Voices are saying you were masturbating at the table, that you wanted me to bend you over the table and fuck you.

Then they say the consequence of that is that I’d have to come out of the closet and you’d kill yourself.

They also say “that was someone else”

But even at my high school graduation dinner with my family you were about to do something weird with the utensils.

Idk.