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"Hey. Bull in a China shop, but you never know. Otherwise you'll be stuck with your favorite plaything and dreams." "You're Ok with this? I thought..." "That I was a homophobe? Hell no. Got no prob with gay men and lesbians. Flaming queers and bull dykes... that's a whole 'nother bucket 'o shit." He always let his Southern accent slip when he gets pissed off. I smiled and thanked him. I offered to square things with him properly. "Afraid not, Queen. Don't think I don't want to, but right now I value our friendship too much. It would be dishonorable." I silenced him the instant he said that word. I'd spent two weeks learning how much honor meant to him. I should have remembered.
Just a word to the wise, ladies. When someone with his sense of honor and justice and loyalty says they love you, you're in it for life. Even if you slit their throats, they will not dishonor you or the memory of you. The concept chills me even now, and I'm married to Kevin.