J.J. Dufresne Attempts a Booty Call

This summer J.J. Dufresne tried to take me to bed.

It was after 1:00 AM when he called. I was coming back to town after driving a friend home from the bar.

"Hello, J.J.,"I said when I answered my phone.

J.J. didn't waste any time. "I'm watching movies," he said. "I think you want to come over."

I thought of J.J. Dufresne's apartment and the pan of sticky rice that had been rotting there for at least two weeks. "J.J., are you trying to make a booty call?" I asked.

"I want your boobs," he said. "I really do."