Some wore jackets and ties. There were two gorgeous CDs at the bar and a few muscle boys.I found a small table for two in a corner from where I could ...ee the entire room.I ordered a diet soda from cute young guy in short shorts and a white blouse unbuttoned and tied at the midriff.I was looking in the direction of the entrance when a familiar face walked in. It was Jake from my office. Jake, I had learned, was a real ladies man. But here he was in a gay bar nearly thirty miles from his home.. “Oh, Mr. Hamar,” the nice woman said. “You were supposed to connect here to a flight on to Chicago. I’m afraid you’ve missed that connection.” I looked at the ticket that I’d bought on-line as the first available flight to Chicago. Seattle to Chicago, connecting in Houston. Too bad I wasn’t collecting frequent flyer miles for this.“When is the next flight you can get me on?” I asked. She consulted her timetable, tapped on her keys, and said “Hmmm” a lot.“The first flight that I can get you on. Today, Haley Wilson found herself in one of its sprawling public fields waiting for the fireworks show to begin. ‘How can you not be more excited?’ Lisa asked. Lisa was one of Haley’s friends. Or perhaps it would be more fair to say Lisa was Haley’s only real friend. The town of Deercreek was small, 7500 people, and Lisa was the only person her own age that Haley talked to on a daily basis. ‘I am excited!’ Haley said, though it was clear she was faking it. A month ago she had broken up with. She told the guy she wanted him to do it again the next night, and he scored some really strong pills which would make sure she didn’t wake. When she woke up again, her ass very sore, she knew she was hooked. They eventually broke up when the guy got arrested for insurance fraud, but she still longed for a partner willing to let her have her fetish.I let all of that sink in. I mean, really, what guy wants to hear about some intense, rough sex the girl he was dating had with some other guy? That.