I thought, “What the hell, thousands of dirty old men have probably seen me naked. What difference will it make if two guys my age have the opportun...ty? It isn’t like I have much left in the way of virtue to defend.”I smiled at them and asked, “That’s all you want? You just want to see me get undressed?”They both nodded vigorously. It was kind of funny. They both seemed more embarrassed than I was.I said, “If I do this I want your word that you won’t tell a soul. I mean it! I know how guys love. Still, he responded positively, even asking me for specifics about what I liked. It became an erotic, sexy game to me, and even more so because I knew he was married and that I was partnered.This went on for months,and the emails got more graphic. I actually thought he was taking steroids that were stimulating him.Then he told me he'd be in Pittsburgh for a bodybuilding show, where he'd represent a major supplement company. He asked me if I wanted to meet him there, and to be honest, my heart. When we get there, we’re right behind the Johnson crew. Hugs. Handshakes. Happy conversation.Then there’s a recognizable voice on the speaker in the FBO office. It’s tuned to the airport’s tower frequency and there’s “Pilatus zero six tango sierra, five miles west, for landing. Have information juliet.”“Roger, six tango sierra. Runway one-five. No traffic.”“Pilatus six tango sierra, roger.”Brindy voices the thought we’re all harboring. “How do you equate that voice with five million dollars’. He turned around and smiled at me, enjoying once more the terror on my face. In a taunting voice he said, “There! Now you can see everyone going past much more clearly.”Yes. I can. And I know from having checked from the sidewalk in front of my house that with those sheers open anyone who looks at my window can see in, can see me.Delon looked through the viewfinder of his movie camera and adjusted the angle slightly. He straightened up and said, “What we need is a cameraman. I don’t imagine.