Once we were inside Angie picked up the phone and called my home wanting to invite my wife over for dinner. A conversation ensued that I couldn’t ov...rhear and before long Angie called me to the phone. As I picked up the phone I found myself speaking to my wife who explained that she wouldn’t be able to make dinner but I should stay if I wanted. She would be out for the evening with her sisters and didn’t want to call off meeting them. I know what that meant. She would not be home until very. ’ she points forlornly at a shiny black limo disappearing over the hill and out of sight. Abandoning any chance to catch up with my workmates to sink a pint or five for our dearly departed boss, I find myself offering her a lift to the graveyard. ‘C’mon, hop in, you can save me getting lost, I can never find this graveyard the first time.’ Or anytime in fact. Miraculously, despite a fifteen minute journey filled with constant and distracting laughter, we make it to the graveyard before Agnes. Her friend had just finished college and needed a few dollars and place to live. Dustin showed up, a good looking black guy very smart and tall about six six or seven and arms like tree trunks. This guy is huge! Any way he got settled in and all is well. After the first week we got a lot done and I liked having Dustin around, he was very easy to talk to. Then I walked into his room without knocking. He had just got out of the shower and was standing there without clothes on, he did not try to. He told me that he and his wife seldom have any form of sex these days other than him masturbating in front of her and that since they moved to western Ireland he had had trouble in finding suitable male partners to enjoy alternative times with.He told me that he had had a couple of meetings with an older man he had been introduced to and that they had been a bit strange. Apparently, the guy was in his seventies, bald with no body hair to speak of. He dressed in his late wife’s underwear and.