They lived in a small but very nice house on Hilldale, just off Sunset.
Derek and I turned out to be Just Roommates: We scheduled different hours for cooking and eating meals. We were invited to each other's parties by default, and on Saturday afternoons we went to the Bodhi Tree on Melrose to browse for New Age books, but otherwise we rarely socialized. We had different social circles.
And he never invited me to "share."
It was rather frustrating listening to the activity on the other side of the wall, and never being asked to join in.
Did I mention that Derek's physique was spectacular even by West Hollywood standards? And that I saw his beneath-the-belt gifts in one of his old layouts in Mandate?
The rest of the story is too risque for this G-rated blog. You can read it on Tales of West Hollywood.