17th of July, 2:02 PM

  Toby called me. I'll tell you about it later!

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  I met Toby in front of a Starbucks.

  We both had shorts and t-shirts on today.

  I turned off Helen's car and got out. I walked to him.

  "WAZZZUUUUUUPP!" Toby shouted at me. I HATE embarrassing shit happening in public.

  "Please leave that in '02," I requested. The face I make lets him know I'm slightly amused.

  Toby laughs and says, "No! Come on, it's funny!"

  We went inside and ordered. We sat with our drinks outside, under an umbrella-covered table.

  Toby asked me what my favourite drink is.

  "Starbucks drink?"

  "No, any drink."

  "Tea. Could also be root beer," was my response.

  "For me, Pepsi."

  We talked about Survivor, how I really liked the Amazon season, how he really liked Sandra and the Pearl Islands season.

  "Hey, Trev," he said after another sip. "You wanna head over to my place?"

  "Why?"

  "Cause it's hot," Toby said. He ran his fingers through the hair above his face. "Plus, we can listen to music in my room. I got SO many CDs."

  "Alright. Let's go."

  We drove to Toby's house after that. I like the look of it. It's white stucco with a grey roof. The front door is between two small palms. There was a small lawn to the right of a driveway a little longer than the black Honda Civic parked on it.

  "You're Asian, right? What type of Asian are you?" Toby asked me as we walked to the front door.

  "Chinese. Kind of. My mom was born in Taiwan but her grandparents were born in China."

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  "Oh, you'll really like Ms. Yang then. She's Chinese too."

  The front door lead to the living room at the front of the house. It had a mirror, a painting, a low table, some plants, and a floral sofa. I looked past the kitchen, into the back of the house, and saw another living room, with more plants, two floral sofas, a TV, and framed photos.

  These people have two living rooms? I thought. Well, the house is small, the rooms are too, so maybe it's nice to have two living rooms.

  Ms. Yang was sitting at the dining table, which was separated from the front living room by a half wall. She was wearing a plain black t-shirt and light blue jeans. She was barefoot, but I saw black flats near her feet.

  Ms. Yang was grading papers. She looked up when Toby said, "Hey, I'm back."

  "Hey there, Anthony," I remember Ms. Yang saying. Her voice was soft. She gave us a smile. She reached out for a handshake while calmly saying, "I don't think we've met. Anthony likes to call me Ms. Yang, but you can also call me Lydia."

  She revealed Toby's real name. Anthony. Anthony sounds nice too.

  "Hey, nice to meet you," I said. I shook her hand.

  "Can he have dinner with us?" Toby asked her.

  Lydia said yes. She asked if I was alright with beef noodle soup. I said that I love beef noodle soup. We went to Toby's room after that.

  "Ever heard of Xiu Xiu?" Toby asked me after we sat down in his room. He sat on his bed, I sat on one of the chairs.

  "What? No," I told him.

  "Wanna hear Xiu Xiu?"

  I shrugged and said, "Sure."

  He showed me the album's cover. It's a picture of a naked Asian guy on a bed holding a doll. The album's title is A Promise.

  I remember thinking, I just know I'm about to listen to some wild shit.

  Wild shit is what I like, so I was OK with it.

  I fell in love with the album after the first song. Apistat Commander is my favourite song on the album. Listening to the album was awesome.

  About 20 minutes after the last song, after talking about when the porn we did would be released and Toby telling me it might be next week, he asked me if I wanted to do something fun.

  "What do you want to do?" I asked him. The look on my face told him "I know what you're asking".

  "Umm," was all he could say. His eyes darted to his left. He was trying to be brave enough to ask his question.

  "Can I play with your feet a little?" he asked me.

  I said he could. I started to take my socks off, but Toby wanted my socks on at first. He spent a while at the end of his bed. He sniffed my socks, took them off and sniffed them more, buried his face in my feet, kissing, licking, sucking my toes. He jerked off and came while smelling my feet more. After he came, and after a few breaths, he gave my feet one last kiss and told me, "You smell really good."

  I thanked him.

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  18th, 1:12 AM

  I forgot to write this down earlier. Fuck. I hate when things aren't in order.

  I asked Toby what Ms. Yang's job is. He said she's a history professor. I loved Ms. Yang's beef noodle soup. Toby was right. It was good. So fucking good.