Personal space. Is that clear enough for you? I don't even have enough space to think!" Well, Honey, I guess I'm a little slow. Just what did you have...in mind?" Maybe we should start seeing other people.Baby, things are moving way too fast for me." Well, Joe, things are just moving too fast for me." Geez, Candy. We've been living together for two years. Just how slow do you want to go?" Joe, baby, it's not just the speed. I think, well, maybe we should start seeing others."Wow, look at that. He about lost his first load when his wife and the old man entered the bedroom and then he saw all the naked men, following their erect phallus's behind them."My God," he whispered to Tracy, "how many are there?" Tracy reluctantly released his cock and looked up at him."Right now there's an even dozen but another eight are scheduled to arrive about 9PM. There will be 20 men here fucking your wife senseless. What do you think about that?" she asked. Dave grabbed her head and pulled her back to. It should be quiet; it was only 1o'clock in theafternoon, after all. I have always enjoyed this place because it was justa bar; in a world of specialty drinking houses, sports bars, strip bars,pick-up bars, you name it, it was pleasant and relaxing to find a placewithout pretention, without ambition, that just is what it is and iscontent with that. The fact that it was only a couple of blocks from myapartment also had a lot to do with my affection, I think.I am not a real drinker. When I go. Ich sitze hier unten und schlage meine Zeit tot. Und die ist lang. Gestorben bin ich im Knast. Das hatte die Richterin und der Staatsanwalt nicht gedacht. Zur Besserung hatten sie gesagt. Und nun sitze ich hier. Erstochen und für alle Zeit hier. Und mein Nachbar nerft.„Hey hey wie heist du Kumpel?“„Geht dich nichts an“ brumme ich.„Ach auch egal, bald binn ich hier raus.“ japst der Typ. Auch Geister können nerven.„Wie raus?“ Trotz der Penetranz des Typs wurde ich neugierig.„Siehst du den Spalt.