Pavel to the rescue

“Today: two biznis,” Pavel grins and says as he’s pulling off his shoes, “You biznis,” he lilts and points to me, bouncing lightly on one socked foot, “and my fantasy biznis.”

I say, “Huh?” He shakes his head and smiles and then we get down to biznis.

I don’t know what he meant by the “two biznises” thing until late after sex when we’re smoking and talking about Tom (well, actually Tom's asshole), yet . . .

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