"You didn't mind fucking Amy," I said. Franky had come over to my trailer to watch a movie on a Tuesday night and we were drinking. My rule was, if yo...'re at my house drinking, you have to spend the night. Amy didn't drink at my house because she knew I'd make her stay no matter what her mom and dad said.Franky blushed and stuttered. "You . . . dammit . . . you said it was okay! You were lying right next to her! You said she wanted to suck my dick!" My point is," I said, "that sex is not a big. The owner, Jo, explained that business and sales have really improved since she removed those doors.It looked like fun to me! I stepped into one of the booths and undressed so that I could try on the three outfits that I selected.Dennis, who had his arms full of the clothes we selected for Chaz, turned his back. I called out teasingly, "Dennis! I brought you in here to get your opinion. You turn back around right this minute."He obstinately replied, "Mrs. Pittman, as soon as you're ready you. Norman drifted in that afternoon. "I thought I'd take a chance on him being free," he said to Megan."Help yourself, Mr Hackforth," she smiled.Norman went in to Nick. "Knee deep in reorganising Marshall UK?" he asked.Nick smiled. "Yes," he said, "It's coming albeit a bit slowly. A labour of love possibly." Why's it a labour? You seemed to know exactly where it was going a week or ten days ago." I don't know. I thought it was too but somehow I'm not thinking as clearly as I was." I'll give you. The whole day I had been in this state of confusion. After a more than satisfying breakfast at the cafe round the corner he had shown me the city. No word, no touch, nothing that acknowledged what we had done, that we had fucked.It was back to friendship, that easygoing banter, avoiding everything that might go deeper. Once or twice – no, more than that- I had caught myself looking at his hands, longing for his touch. It had felt so good, natural. Did he look at me differently? I wasn't sure..