Deborah kissed her head and went back downstairs."I need a drink," she said to Richard. "We've got a problem."Richard said nothing but went to pour th...m each a drink. He handed Deborah hers and then sat down again and waited expectantly. They both took a sip. She sighed."I ought to have seen it coming," she said."What, darling?" Tig's falling in love with Harry but she considers herself dirty and must therefore give him up. She's absolutely beside herself. She may cry herself to sleep or I may. More than anything or anyone in the world. You. Ilove you. I desperately want to marry you but feel compelled by truthto tell you that, that deep, dark, shameful secret of mine."Silence.I was worrying tremendously. Is she about to explode? Flee? Fight me?Ridicule me? Humiliate me in front of the other customers? Throw waterin my face? There's no way she'd just accept this, is there? I mean,what sort of girlfriend would tolerate a guy who might dress betterthan she?All I saw was this slow,. I could also see the people at the tables closest to the stage. I saw the lust and the fascination. They loved this sick show! Even the women among them were staring, their faces gleaming with perverted lust! What kind of people were these?!The two women on the stage caressed each other as if they were lovers. I wondered for a moment how many times they've been forced to put on this disgusting show. I wondered what happened to them when they finished. But most of all, I wondered why I was just. He looked in my window and said 'you're late faggot. I was just drafting a text to your sexy wife.' I apologized for being late told him it would never happen again. He barked and nodded to the back of my minivan 'get in the back'. I jumped out and slid open the van door and climbed into the middle bench seat. He climbed in next to me and said 'let's see your panties, faggot.' I mumbled 'yes sir' as I began to take my pants off, revealing the tight purple thongs. Then he told me to take my.