I can be pretty sure he isn't the author of the post, and also isn't fond of seeing a grown man perform fallacious on a soda bottle. I nonchalantly pe...ked around the cafe and lobby trying to figure out who it was that is in need of a warm mouth this evening. I decided to just go for it and hope someone notices. I unscrewed the cap from the bottle as I walked toward the Men's room held it up over my head letting the last few drops of soda trickle into my mouth before swirling my tongue around. “It’s my birthday.”“Nice,” he says, and winks at you in a way that sends your stomach rolling in on itself, but other people are trying to get in, and the hot bouncer is a busy guy. You get your hand stamped, and step past him into the entrance.You’ve never been to the Midtown Pub before, but the ad in the local gay newspaper had shown a shirtless beefy looking guy with a lot of chest hair, a great bulge in his jeans, and holding a beer bottle in his hand. Sold!But this is your first time in a. "And I guarantee you're going to enjoy it."This filled me with curiosity. What on earth had she planned for me? I was looking forward to us spending the night together, but now I couldn't wait.When David arrived he walked over to us and said, "Do you mind if I separate you two bosom friends? I want to plan a few poses with Abigail."She stood up to go with him but I grabbed her hand, pulled her down towards me and whispered in her ear: "Remember what I told you about posing, and if you do any. Lots of things,” I said. “But I want it to be official. Legal ramifications and all that. If you don’t have an employer, you’re on MY insurance. What’s mine is yours, even without a will.”“Terribly clinical, aren’t you?”“I don’t know how clinical that is,” I countered. “I just offered you everything I have.”“Josh. Did you offer me Josh?”I answered with a kiss, then, “Yes.”“Then I think you’ve met my criteria. I will marry you.”“Good. That’s what I want.”“Then it’s done,” she said. A little.