.." I turned the thermostat down," I laughed. "Carlita wanted to try my recipe. She claims she got an iguana from the pet shop..." I did NOT," Carlita...squealed. "I told HIM that. His recipe did not call for iguana." And you're a heck of a guy to talk, anyway," Pat attacked. "You've eaten alligator. That's just a big wet iguana with no dietary restrictions..."Brindy giggled. Carlita swung her arm around my waist and turned to kiss me. "If you want iguana chili, I will be the one to cook it for. I guessed she was in her thirties, maybe fifteen years younger than me. She had an exotic, hippy look with long dark curly hair, olive skin, high cheek bones. When she sat down at the other end of the bar, she glanced at me again, that slight smile on her lips, then looked away when the bar tender asked her what she wanted.I heard her order a martini, which surprised me, but I said to the bar tender, “Put it on my tab.”When she heard that, we nodded, our eyes meeting with that slight smile on. .. and heavier ... only ... my voice ... only ... the watch ... tired ... and heavy ... and sleepy."They were almost gone. All resistance had been vanquished, now. They only wanted one thing. It was time to give it to them. "Surrender and sleep," I ordered. Even now, after all this time, they tend to surprise me. In this case, they all plopped backward onto their backs in perfect unison. They were out. Completely."I am speaking only to you now," I said, knowing that this greatly personalized. “Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?...” I started to say, when he interrupted me with, “You got my cock fucking hard, so now you need to take care of it, or I will tell your parents everything.”Dammit! What did I get myself into? I didn't know that this could happen. “So what do you want?”, I asked, as he started to undo his pants, and pull out his hard cock. I didn't object, as I watched him do it. It was a good eight inches, and thick, and cut. “I'm not gay”, I demanded, trying to.