My marriage was disastrous, but mercifully short lived, and since the divorce it's been girls only for me. If she turns out to like girls, there'd be ... whole lot of problems I wouldn't have to worry about." I love being gay, as you might've guessed." Anyway, I'll get to the point. From next week, I'm going to spend every Thursday up in London. I have a friend who lives in Chelsea and she has season tickets for the Globe Theatre. She wants me to join her and because it's more than an hour's. “Did I what?” she answered, her tongue as thick with booze as mine. “You know … did you have an orgasm?” She gave a long sigh… “How the hell am I supposed to know?” With that she rolled over and almost immediately started snoring softly. So that was that. And lately, things had just gotten stranger. She always – repeat: ALWAYS refused when I made the first move. Always. But occasionally, just lately, she would initiate the first contact and. ”“Victoria! That is no way to speak to our gentleman callers. I’m sorry sir, she doesn’t mean that.”“Yes I do, I will find him and he will die," she said right thru the pain of Natasha’s nails digging into her neck.The man had never seen a look more intense, sincere and terrifying as the one this black-haired, tattooed twenty-year-old devil girl was staring into his soul with. “Well fuck. I'm out guys. I’m sorry miss, ma'am.” He said to Vicky, then Natasha. “Me too. Have a good night. Where?" On his butt." You're kidding, right?" Uh uh."What I'd seen was Dan and his mom walking toward the house, SJ in t-shirt and shorts, Dan in his Speedo. Arms around each other, nothing special. When they were almost to the patio door, though, I saw her drop her hand from his waist to his bottom. Not sure, but it looked like she squeezed him, too. He didn't seem to mind.Well."Turned you on, didn't it?"Was he kidding? Shit, I squished when I moved. Jumped up. Gave Tommy what I hoped was a.