That means you owe me something special. And that was it, there didn’t seem to be any more guidance forthcoming. ‘Something special’ had been le...t open to my creative interpretation, it seemed. Glancing round the office for inspiration, in my aroused but nervous state there was nothing that sprang out at me. Ben was obviously watching, because the bell sounded seconds later. >, Lend me your hand… >, What do you mean? >, Let me take control of your hand. I’ll tell you what to do, you do it. While we were in the shower, I asked him what the little brown bottle was. He said, “Poppers,” and then he accidentally spilled the beans, “I love doing them when I have sex with a man, it make me hotter.” A-ha, my suspicions were right, not that I really cared, well maybe a little for the sake of STD’s. Now that the cat was out of the bag, I began to question him as to when he got started, how he got started, and just some curious questions. Gene let me know he goes both ways. As he told me. I waited two minutes, and when he didn’t say anything more, I went upstairs.“How did it go?”“About as badly as it could have,” I said. “He disagrees with you allowing Becky and me to share my bed.”“I know.”“He also seems to have changed the rule of me asking you whether things are OK or not. I guess it’s up to him now. And that means if Becky comes to visit, we’ll have to stay somewhere else.”“I don’t want that, Mike. I want you to feel welcome here.”“I don’t know what to say. I don’t think. In the sleepy 1st hour class she walked into the room on the first day of class with a huge grin on her face, more as a cover of insecurity than a proclamation of confidence. I found this incredibly sexy. She was a last minute replacement professor for my Composition and Rhetoric course, looked not a day older than 34 or 35. But age certainly wasn’t what I had in mind when she first stepped foot into the classroom. Well built, with gentle smooth and silky of shoulder length black hair and huge.