"Little bit," I grinned.We stood there for several minutes, enjoying the close contact without looking overly suspicious."Let's go out into the sculpt...re garden," she said.Taking my hand, she led me out the nearby glass doors into the museum's outdoor sculpture garden. We walked past many different types of 3-dimensional art and fountains to a large square wall sculpture with bas relief tiles affixed to it and a light waterfall flowing down the surface of the entire piece into a shallow pool.. He didn't buy anything just window shopped. We just listened to the radio on the way down and back with only light non-sexual conversation. I wanted to grap his cock to tease him but, I was feeling too guiltly for a heterosexual man from the night berfore. I could tell he was a bit tense also. We got back to his parents and he asked if I wanted to watch TV and of course I said yes. We were still in a stupor from the night befores activies and still questioning our heterosexuallity quietly.. It was the straight-backed promenade beauty-pageant contestants use when they walk across the stage. When she got to my house, I wished her good morning, invited her in, and closed the door behind her. She handed me the billfold and said, ‘This must have slipped out of your pocket last night.’ ‘Must have. Thanks for bringing it over.’ She was on-edge. ‘Arthur is leaving for a conference in Boston in the morning. He won’t be back until Wednesday,’ she said. ‘He’s not taking you?’ ‘He never. It may have been a c***dish high school nickname, but he's grown into it and is an accurate definition of the phrase.A killer personality, great sense of humor, and smile that lights up a room, rounds out the total package Nick brings to the table. The other person involved is Karen, who is my buddy Cameron's mom (Nick has met him but thy don't know each other that well). Karen is tall, very tan, has dirty blond hair and is in great shape for being in her mid-late 40's. She's got a great smile.