Owen smiled at him with forgiving eyes and offered they go downstairs and get a drink. Ryan was more than eager for that. He felt like he needed a dri...k more than anything at that moment. When they went down to the parlor, however, and Owen disappeared in the kitchen, Ryan stormed outside to get some fresh air. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm his nerves and galloping thoughts. Ryan felt more than tipsy, but not drunk enough yet. He looked around. There wasn’t many of his peers. “How did it go?” I asked.“It was great. We checked out the movies first, we must have spent half an hour there. She thought the gay men fucking looked funny, I thought they were hot, what she liked was the group sex section, isn’t that right Val?”“Anyway, when we got to the fetish section, I showed her a picture of a guy on all fours with a woman driving a strap-on into him.” “I told her. ‘That’s why I’m here Val, Don wants me to do that to him.’”Val was confused. “Is he gay”“No, but some men. It wasn’t a long wait. As she came back through my blackout curtain over my bedroom doorway I stood once more and turned to her. Her slow languid walk through the curtain and the last few steps up to me spoke volumes about her own anticipation. She brought both of her hands to my abdomen pressing them flat against my shirt with her fingers splayed and pointing upwards. She rubbed her hands up to my chest and across the tops of my shoulders as she drew her own body closer and tightly pressed. "Yeah. I did."He asked, "Was this something that's been going on for a while?" Nope!" I said. "Hurricane. Call it a whirlwind romance."Steve laughed. "That's BAD! Well, when the town gets back to normal, maybe we'll get all the guys and their wives together for a dinner. You know, for appreciation." That'd be nice," I said. "Anyway, I gotta go. See you tomorrow." I called Nikki as soon as I got on the road. "Babe, I'm on the way. Be there in an hour." I missed you, honey," she cooed. "I'm.