His door was locked, so I knocked and waited rather impatiently. The door swung open and his smiling face greeted me as my eyes ran over his casual bl...e jeans and t-shirt."Hi! Yeah, no reason to dress up on a weekend," he remarked with a chuckle. Guess I was staring just a bit too long. He pulled up a chair on the right side of his desk in the corner of the small classroom. We spent some time catching up and I learned all about the vacations he had planned that summer and we shared some laughs. I usually take half a Viagra so I get my money's worth and take a few hits on the vaporizer to make it interesting. Its always exciting and sometimes hit or miss on the quality of girls they have (usually a selection of 3) and the place is relatively clean and sleazy just enough to set the atmosphere right. The girls dress the part usually in a short like dress t=with no lisp stick or perfume so the guys who are married can go home like they just ran an errand to the Home Depot undetected. I. I planned to do a careful drive by to be sure I wasn’t being set up.It was two days till Sunday, so I did some checking on Ester. I couldn’t believe that she had been an Orthopedic nurse for fifteen years in the same practice. There were no rumors about her at all. She like Trina was a widow. Other than that fact there was nothing. She checked out perfectly clean. Still it just didn’t sit right with me somehow. She was going to have to prove to me that she was for real.“Mrs Martindale,” I said.. He’s a tall, good-looking Haitian-American stud who attends Boston University. Like me, he’s a bisexual guy. I’m out to some family members ( my mother, sister and cousins) and some friends. I haven’t told my father or my uncles about my bisexuality. Eventually I’m going to tell them. However, right now I don’t need the hassle. Still, I’d like to think I’ve made some progress. My friend Andy’s bisexuality is top secret. I wish my fellow Haitians, both male and female, would stop hiding their.