Richard was on the rebound, they said. The love of his life had just died of AIDS. And he was skeptical that lightening could strike twice. But he wasn't ready to give up, despite his age: at least there was sex. And his friend Pieter in Amsterdam was sympathetic and provided a route out of his New York life, too full of old memories.
And then lightening did strike twice. “All the wrong places” was where it happened or seemed to. And the guy? A young blond out of his dream book? It seemed insane.
But love works in two directions, and René was more than a blond fantasy. He saw things differently. And his life, both of their lives, would change.