On the table next to him was a half empty glass of scotch; the ice cubes had melted long ago. He had finally calmed down enough so that he could go ov...r in his mind the events of early this evening.He had come to the bar tonight to celebrate the completion of one journey and beginning of a new one. He had been awe-struck at the show that Angel had put on. Knowing that this was the woman that he woke up next to every morning made it that much better. And then there was the fight, or more. “Don’t let 'em bother ya.” We carried on drinking in the corner, the alcohol barely touching the sides as it went down into our guts. When Chris and I went out, it was always a competition to see who could get drunk first in order to make it a cheap night. We downed our drinks as quick as possible and instantly, Chris was back at the bar getting our next round. He returned with another pint glass in his hand and my Amaretto and just like before, we raced to finish our drinks first. My vision. You knew Sean was slimmer than me but he is also a lot more toned. His torso is chiselled like a Michelangelo sculpture. He grooms himself too. You cannot spot a single hair other than what is on his head. Our cocks are both semi erect and inches from each other, until I reach forward and take his in my hand. Sean lets out a gasp as he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. You watch as his member grows to his full glory. It’s not the biggest you have ever seen but it is shaped. He has access to all manner of interesting toys I could borrow!”“Just let Pete handle it,” Kurt laughed. “I’m sure a Deputy Marshal can shoot him and called it ‘justified’!”“No comment!” Pete laughed.Pam arrived to take our orders, or more accurately, verify that there were no changes to our usual orders. The conversation drifted to sports, politics, and world events, and when we finished, I headed home for karate.I was back downtown at 12:30pm to meet Kajri at Boston Blackie’s. I’d verified.