Tom figured that it was her husband who had a lot to learn and she mostly wanted to keep enjoying Tom.Tom began asking Wilda questions and he had to a...mit that Emily had sure gotten his attention. How had he missed the signs? Would she still love him? Would the other guy be better in bed? All the usual male fears when faced with competition for a woman were surfacing.Wilda began playing with his pecker, which was hard in his pants. “You’ve been fucking me for a long time. Do you still love. My husband called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. "You son of a bitch!" I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew full well the "something" he had to get was my younger sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not have made it to my mother's house because he never came back. He locked the door from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose. My husband. My treat, by the way. I know what it’s like to be between jobs.”As he sat down, he was closely looking me over. “Wilma, pilsner, bitte.” he called out.The rather stout waitress came out and put a liter mug down. She stood there, rubbing her fingers together. “I’ve got it Ma’am. Just add it to my bill.”“Ja ja, still mit da geld, him or you.” I sighed and pulled a 50 credit coin out. “Enough?” She looked at it closely. I almost expected her to bite it. “Jou wan’ change?” Knowing that the 50 was. But I also picked up on something funny. There were no women there. Only dudes. At first, I thought this was because of China’s gender disparity.But scanning around, examining closer, I observed how all the guys were buff or at least in decent shape.They were mostly young, too, with well-trimmed hair, and dressed quite stylishly.Gazing over at the walls, I saw posters of Madonna, Lady Gaga, Queen, Jason Momoa, and then, yes, a rainbow flag.It was a gay bar.Ah, shit, I thought to myself..