.wey stayed until we ran out of hot water. Sarah had a lot of big bath towels, and Leo wrapped me lover.....and dried me off, so many times, and rubbe... the towel through my hair. I made sure he got every spot and then I motioned with my finger to the space between my legs, and he got on his knees and dried that too........I did the same for him, touching all the spots that had been sex spots a few minutes ago, but were now spots where you would put loving touches on your lover, drying between. He had a great looking body, on the skinny side. I've always liked skinny women, but a skinny man? Something stirred inside me.This was an intriguing situation. Perhaps he was gay? I have never really met a gay man in private. 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, drinks 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. ‘They’re going to win,’ he muttered. ‘I know it.’ ‘All right,’ she conceded and settled in to watch the rest of the game. She supposed she had no one else to blame but herself for getting her son hooked on the sport. Her ex-husband had hardly been a sports fan and in any case, he’d been gone long before Riley was old enough to form any obsessions. She didn’t mind that Riley enjoyed it so much. It gave her an excuse to watch as well, when both of them would be better served by doing their. A lot. The first few days after her family’s return from camp, she wrote me two, and sometimes three letters a day. I started sorting the letters by their postmarks, but after the first few, she started sequentially numbering the envelopes, which made things much easier.At first, she mostly talked about how much she missed me, and how much she loved me. As I read them, I thought about how much I missed her as well, and how much I loved her. She also had about a million questions: about me,.