One Saturday morning, as we gathered for our weekly indulgence, Peter, who was one of the three, then intrigued us with an incredible story of his pre...ious evening’s activities. Andrew and I were captivated by the tale that unfolded about his visit to The Dungeon Bar.Even though Andrew and I had heard about The Dungeon Bar before, we had never visited the place. It was a leather bar, and therefore, I wasn’t interested in frequenting the establishment. I had always found the idea of dressing up. "And seeing you in the altogether has got his balls in an uproar, too." She chuckled deep in her chest. "Not that I mind, you understand," she continued cryptically. "But don't worry, Helen, he just needs to get acclimated." I hope so," Helen said and returned to the earlier topic, quizzing Doris on the training center, the people involved and the kinds of facilities that would be needed.When they had turned back and the men had caught up, Doris kissed Rummy, took his hand, and they lagged. "Truth in history," he said companionably. This was the motto and prime directive of the MHAD, and was often used as both a greeting and a farewell between members of the department."Truth in history," she returned. "See you tomorrow."Rig broke the connection and her computer screen returned to her database index. She looked at it for a moment, debating finishing up a few more entries, but finally decided to put it aside until tomorrow. She was on her own time now and there was something of a. I was completely amazed. I mean I really had no idea. Rebecca definitely didn’t mention it. I just kept staring in confusion. I look up at her and we make eye contact and she says “oh my god”, and covers her mouth. I ask her is that a dick? I could tell she was reluctant to answer but she says yes and takes a step back. I could tell she was worried about what I would say, and I could see her eyes kind of water up. I ask her why she was crying. She simply said “because….”. I told her I don’t.