His soul was naked, just like that glass: a refill was needed.It wasn't the first time he had these primal and instant urges, but this wasn't like the...other times, this was more aggressive.But he couldn't succumb to the urges, he couldn't succumb to the instincts towards a woman's body.He, himself, an out and proud gay man.Michael closed his eyes, trying to remove and purify his inner filth. It wasn't working: the mind was picturing him and that woman, finally sober, in a naked, sexually hungry. We thought about you every day," I told her. The truth is we did more than think about them in private in our separate bedrooms."So did we!" she answered quietly with a blush."What do you want to do?" I asked."I don't know. What is there to do in Statesboro?" Annie asked, mischievously."Uhm ... there isn't much to do in Statesboro that doesn't involve drinking or dancing," I told her, "and besides we need to change clothes. Our Moms will be glad to see you again." OK, we can do that. How do we. We'd never met face-to-face and I nervously scanned the travelers in the bar I had nominated. Then, tucked away in a far corner all alone, I spotted my 'date'. She was wearing a jaunty pink-ribboned straw hat, a pink silk blouse, faded blue jeans shorts, white ankle socks, and pink suede pumps. In front of her on the table was a half-empty Pina Colada cocktail. She looked good enough to eat.She smiled coquettishly as I sauntered up. "Hi, Nick. Hope you didn't mind me starting? Thought I'd get. “And, talking of packages…” I asked. Jill just giggled, “Yes, he’s pretty big down there.”“Just pretty big? I heard you tell him he was the biggest you’d ever had.” Again, Jill giggled, like a naughty high schooler caught in the changing room with her hand down the quarterback’s uniform pants.When Jill just smiled and declined to add, the male size queen in me gently pushed, needing to know more. “Was it true, honey? Or were you just massaging his ego?”Jill blushed, knowing me well enough to.