I must have been staring just a little too long, because I caught glance of those deep brown eyes waiting for an answer."Fucking Flyers," my retort st...mbled out.He smiled at me - such white teeth - and moved his stool a little closer. "I'm Adam," he said and tipped the glass that had suddenly appeared before him. From the way the bartender treated him, he must have been a regular. "Mark," I managed to force out and quickly took my glass to my lips. I couldn't figure out why I was feeling so. I've heard some stories of friends of mine being chased off by pissed fathers. That is one reason that I've always made a point of meeting the fathers of my dates, not that I've had many." I opened the door for her as we arrived at the truck and whispered, "So, are you wearing any panties under those shorts?" What do you think?" she replied before pushing them down to her knees and exposing her perfectly smooth puss. I must say that even though I was startled and a little nervous by her move,. He had been turned into something of a randy old goat. Not that I was complaining you understand!Christmas brought the inevitable round of socializing and parties- some fun, some tedious. One of the main ones was a fancy dress party at an old friend of Peter's- a one time lover of his in fact. Not my absolute favourite event of the year for a number of reasons, but Peter rather insisted we attend and it did give me an opportunity to get my legs out and on display in some nice tights! Peter was. "Okay," I snapped, "what the hell was all that about and what is all this about fighting?"Max gave me a sullen glare, but stayed silent; I glanced at the clock and saw that I had little time left to get myself ready angrily I tried once more."Look I haven't got time for games," I said firmly, "now out with it, what the hell is going on?" What do you care?" Max muttered, "Why don't you just go and have your fun, you're not really interested in hearing about it anyway."I was shocked by his words,.