.The whole experience felt so surreal. It was almost 1am when I heard my front door open and him announce “It’s me ma’am”.I climbed out of bed...to greet him but he was already at my bedroom door. My heart was racing and I was taken aback by how tall and muscular he was. He was so handsome and I was so excited about everything that was about to happen. We shared a hug and kiss on the cheek as we introduced ourselves in person for the first time. He asked if he could rinse off in my shower and I. As the night wore on and people went home to their families the last two holdouts were John and me. John, unusual for the time, was an out gay man, he was slender, handsome, and charming. We had a work-friendly relationship that never amounted to more than brief conversations and sharing of jokes. I never had the slightest sexual attraction to him or any other man, that was to change in a big way.After a while, our conversation drifted into the more personal and John opened up about bathhouses. Her daughter has married and moved away stopping in on occasions ,but she was happy for her.Lee had never married and lived alone now spending most of her time at the diner which is where this story begins. I had been driving the same route for years and now this was an old diner was just a mile from my drop. I would lay over there before going on my next day deliveries. Lee was usually there when I would stop and she was always happy to see me. We spent many hours alone talking and playing. She reluctantly removed her mouth from the tip. It was strange. She usually hated the taste, but this time was different. It was almost delicious. She even ran her fingers around her chin, scooping up the excess so she could suck it off her fingers. Perhaps he’s been drinking pineapple juice or something, she thought, as she swallowed the last drops.Once back in his arms, she listened to his slow, contented breathing. She was sure he was nearly asleep, so she began again to whisper to.