My ex-girlfriend always said it was where white chicks could meet up with the guys their parents forbid them to see.Skinners was a converted Off-Track...Horse Betting parlor. The connected betting carrels were all gone except for a few that, at one time, sat in front of the big TV screen, now where the main dance floor was. These were executive carrels with rolled leather seats almost like a restaurant booth, but the privacy shields were taken away. There were 8 of these booth like fixtures. In a nervous reaction and while adjusting my hand I touched the button and the taped on remote came loose from all the sauce. It fell on to the grill out of reach. The spit jerked like before. I heard the gas valve open and the electric starter ticking. In a warm flash I felt the heat on my back and I was now turning over. I was cooking! There was no way out. Panic started to set in as I could feel my heart racing. I will be dinner for Jeff. I was going to die for my fantasy. I tried to move. Paula unbuttonedher blouse and then took it off and dropped it onto the bed. She took off her shoes and then took off her trousers placing them on thebed with her blouse. I could see that Cathy was examining Paula's body andseemed to like what she saw. The bitch! She wanted an excuse to have aclose look at Paula's body. Cathy handed Paula the dress which she slipped on over her head and pulledit down. It did fit her and looked quite well on her so Cathy was on aroll. She pulled Paula over to. She babbled on and on about how it was too late now, probably, and I would always be ‘queer’, and it was all her fault, and on and on and, well, you get the picture.All this time, I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, and I knew from experience the best thing to do was just let her run down, and then I could try to explain. She finally did just that, and I began to tell her I wasn’t ‘queer’, I was bisexual, and…She didn’t understand bisexuality, and began again about how I was ‘queer’, I had to.