Carly stepped back to look above the elevator doors expecting to see what floor the elevator was passing and then turned to ask Dan, "Did you send for...the elevator to take me down?" No," he shook his head and walked behind a long richly carved wooden bar. "What can I get you, wine, champagne, or a single malt scotch?" He paused after each one while Carly shook her head, although he did notice she faintly nodded her head when he mentioned the scotch whiskey."Then will you do that, please? I. Joe...joe... I tried to register in my mind who Joe was. Certainly not 'tough as cement' c***dhood buddy policeman Joe? He didn't strike me as the kind of man who would be gay...but quite possibly-Wait a second, this couldn't be the SAME Joe who got married over a year ago! I looked at the phone number and my mouth dropped. It was indeed the same Joe- muscular, red-neckish, and married to his c***dhood sweetheart-that was 'having fun' with my man. As I pocketed the cellphone, I replayed movie. We’re going out tonight to grab a beer. Sooo, wanna join?”. Without much thinking, I said “Yes”.I was in this bikers bar in our city. I was sitting with the girl from earlier and with another two guys. She bought me a beer, took a few sips and instantly got drunk. The guy in front of me was hot as fuck. He looked at me a few times with interest. Was I appealing for him? After a few time, the girl decided we should go for a ride… on freaking motorbikes! The guys agreed so we got out of the bar.. It was pretty boring and I'd either spend the time watching the tv, or glancing at our maid scrubbing the clothes and cleaning the house to brighten my day up a bit. She had a nice figure and I used to like to watch her bottom move as she scrubbed the floor, or see her tits move as she reached up to peg the washing. Chi-chi, like most maids in the Philippines, just used to wear her normal clothes of jeans and t-shirt to work in the house (not the uniform beloved by me now) but it was still nice.