I looked across the table and my sister had on a straight face and one could not tell by looking at her that she was doing anything other than eating.... She kept carrying on a conversation too! I knew my sister loved my cock, but this was ridiculous. Yet very, very enjoyable. I came right under the table, and she knew it. She let out a small smile. My parents told us that they were so happy that I was home, but had to leave tonight because they were invited to a wedding from my dad’s work. . ." she continued, her eyes glued to her plate " ... that maybe we could tell each other our first names." She said the last part very quickly, then looked up at him briefly and gave him a quick smile. "I'd like to be able to call you something besides 'Spiderman'."Oh.If he had been asking her that same question, he would probably have been pretty nervous as well. Secret identities were the hallowed core of superhero-dom and given out only to a precious few people. It was only by keeping his. George figured it was because of all the bright neon lighting advertising BUD, MILLER and RED DOG that attracted his attention.In this neighborhood the bar was more than likely Gay, but even if it wasn’t George figured he could just go in, have a drink or two and then go home and sleep. He had worked late at the office, just catching up on unimportant stuff that he had let slide, because he didn’t want to go home to an empty house. His lover, Mattheau was out of town on business and was. ? [Embarrassed silence].?You mean you thought? you thought I was serious????Who is it, honey???It's Faith, darling, the girl from high school I told you about. That talk... she thought it was for real. And she's here expecting to be tortured!??Oh my God, Diane...?Things like that happen to me all the fucking time whenever I'm stupid enough to talk to those inscrutable human creatures. One day at work, I was walking through the cubicle maze when a guy I didn't know started a conversation with.