” The other leaned in and softly asked, “So, since we don’t get to … is it true what they say about black men?”He chuckled, “I prefer not ...o be compared to others. But … I guess you could ask them …” He winked.When the group moved to the extra-large sofa against the fall wall, the frenzy surrounding Abby changed. Her self-musing that this was like a mini-gangbang took on more of that flavor when one of the guys of the group sat down on the couch and pulled her to him. She was turned around so. Those things are: money, celebrity and power. The degree of money celebrity and power is up to the woman. I was the manager of successful night club. I had a degree of power. My bartenders had power. We could always get laid. I was curious. I was 37 and wanted to try gay sex. I don’t know how I knew this but there was an area of the city where gay men cruised. One night after work I went there. I parked my vehicle on a narrow street and got out. I stood on the corner and made eye contact with. “Um, Yeah, I guess. Partying with my parents and my uncle sounds super cool!” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.Uncle Steve laughed. “I’m still pretty cool for an old guy!” He said, giving me a coy smile. “I guess” I shrugged, and smiled back.Everyone started showing up to the party around seven. Uncle Steve made introductions as they arrived. There were the neighbors, Bill and Lynne. Uncle Steve’s best friend Dan, and his girlfriend Selena. Uncle Steve’s work buddy Chris, his wife Lisa and. “I never had a lesbian threesome with the women in my family.”They all looked at me then looked over at dad, and took the shot. His jaw dropped, but he didn’t look disgusted, he looked excited.“Yesterday when you went to get the thing for the fireplace, we got a little friendly,” mom said.Dad seemed to get more relaxed with everything, though it might have been the vodka, but probably not. The next question that Aunt Lisa asked gave us no doubt that dad would be ok with us.“Not counting this.