”“Thank you, Granny Parker,” Dan said. He covered his mouth trying to stifle a yawn. He wished that he had stopped to pick up a cup of coffee on...the way to the hospital.“You look tired,” Granny Parker said looking at the bags under his eyes. He had looked worse, but not in a long time.Dan shrugged his shoulders and said, “I didn’t make it home until three this morning.”“Was there a problem at the pizzeria?”“No, I was helping a friend,” Dan said.“You should have stayed in bed for an extra hour. I attended high school there and recently graduated from college. I’ve been a student-athlete, a human rights activist who focused on causes such as Men’s Health Issues, Heterosexual and Homosexual Male Victims of Domestic Abuse, Same-Sex Marriage, Gay Parents Rights and Immigrant Rights. I’ve always believed in living a life of truth. I don’t hide the fact that I am bisexual from friends or family members. I respect the men and women of this world, but fear no one. That’s what my father and. He said 'you, know, I was noticing you earlier...' I looked him over, not a bad looking guy, tall and slim, and I saw a large bulge in his jeans.So I leaned over and said into his ear, 'Honestly, I'm not really interested in playing. This is my regular hangout and I don't screw around in here at all. And I'm going to be leaving for the night in a few minutes. But if you're horny and just interested in shooting a load in my mouth and leaving, wait about 60 seconds and follow me downstairs and. I pulled off my tights and threw them in the bin. What was I doing? This had to stop. My nylon fetish had gone far enough; hell, it's most likely going to lose me my job and I'd be having to start again, seek a new firm and start from the bottom rung. I felt sick and more worried than ever. I drained a few more beers and started on the vodka until it was starting to get late. Taking myself off to bed, I passed out and had a full night's drunken slumber only to wake Saturday morning to a.