"Look what I swiped from work, Jordan!" Abe cheered. He held up a spray bottle.
"Oh, nice, glass cleaner," I replied. "Are you a kleptomaniac now?"
I was lying in bed, wearing nothing but briefs, and reading a book. My lightly muscle toned hairy body was on top of the covers. Abe, my handsome Latino boyfriend, was in a wife beater and boxers, his thin, wiry body next to mine.
"It's the stuff!" he exclaimed.
"Sanitizer?" I asked, putting my book aside.
