Well, since we were in a gay bar, why not ask? I asked him if he'd like to come to my room, I could serve him a rum and Coke.“That's a good idea, dr...nks are expensive here,” he said.The walk was very short to the front door of the hotel. I felt a little guilty as we rode the elevator, I don't think I had ever had a visitor in my hotel room before.We seated us by the little table and I proceeded to mix our drinks. I stood against the desk with my back towards him.As I turned around, I was. We enjoy a good, greasy burger at a favorite hangout and oddly enough, Megan Holloway, one of the prettiest girls in school openly flirts with Ricky. She makes it clear she wants to talk to him outside, and he looks at me. I motion to him to get out there and talk to her, and he finally catches on. He's not stupid, just not incredibly socially aware.I look out from time to time as their conversation gets a bit animated, and then she hugs him and takes off and he comes back in grinning."Bro, you. One played the dude and would dress like a guy with short hair. She was skinny, with no tits and had her hair tied behind her back with a low deep voice. Julie on the other hand was quite the Barbie doll type. A bit unusually sexy for a lesbian I might add. Julie was probably in her early 20’s (As I was in my later 20’s), with long curly hair, beautiful blue eyes, a decent rack and a tight ass. I must admit I never in a million years considered Julie to be ‘On The Table’ considering she was. "Yes,"Wilma answered."And how about you," the stranger asked."Yes I have been working on it as well," I replied."You are going to be glad that you did," she said with a laugh. Then she just walked away."What was that all about," I asked."How would I know, these are your friends," Wilma said."They might be my friends, but you seem to be right into it. I can't believe you wore your running clothes," I laughed at her as I had done in the apartment, when I first saw them. Wilma wore satin shorts,.