Return of the Stalker

It's been far too long since I engaged in a little Jake-stalking, dontcha think?

For your perusal (and thanks to IHJM), some images (click for larger versions) of Jake and His Man-Friend and some random WHORE eating at Sant Ambreause, a restaurant I've made reservations for my boss at on several occasions and am now considering building a cardboard home in front of.

Not Jake's finest moments in photo-taking (esp that first pic - what is that look?), I'll give you that, but... look at that body language. Who's the odd whore out, hmm? Man-Friend is practically screwing Jake's leg under the table. And when Man-Friend isn't there, Jake's distraught, with his hand firmly planted in the spot of his Man-Friend's absence, ignoring the whore to the left.

I can't say I like the existence of this Man-Friend, but I guess someone needs to keep the spot warm until I arrive. Man-Friend is like a seat holder. He's a gay-holder. Hold my gay, Man-Friend! I'm a'comin!

Christ I am sick.