“Not a real one.”“What?”“You know.”“You've seen mine before, dumb-ass. Is your long term memory damaged?”“No.” he said. “It was ...ifferent then.”“How?” I asked."Well, for one thing, it was unshaven, and I couldn't see it as well." Do you like it this way better?" I asked. “Go on upstairs,” he said. “We can't carry on a conversation with you standing here naked.”I turned and started up the stairs. Then turned to look back. He was looking at my ass.“You're looking at my ass,” I said.“Yes,” he. It sounded nice. I retrieved my lady and we went into the bar.Wow! It WAS very nice. At one end of the bar, on a raised platform, was a grand piano and a pretty woman playing pop-40 style tunes. I ordered two Baileys coffees. We checked the place out. The waitpersons were nicely dressed and very attractive, both men and women. The clientele seemed upper-crust and only a few were under fifty.As we sat, my honey leaned over and told me there was a VERY nice looking man, about 40, in a charcoal. Not any of the innocent bystanders or the heroes that fight against villains, obviously, but other, equally villainous individuals would.So there are heroes and there are villains, each fighting for what they believe or desire with all of their might. Locked in an eternal struggle of good and evil, right and wrong, light and dark and general niceness and all around asshole-ness, the heroes and villains of the world live their lives the way they believe they must. And, in this battle of good. "I'd like that, I'm here for the weekend, I'm sure we'll see each other,"I replied as he held onto my hands and leaned down to kiss me. Tilting mychin up, I met his lips and kissed him. Part of me was yelling for me tostop while another part was revelling and telling me to go with it.I was conflicted as he pulled away from me and walked away. I didn't wanthim to go, but I also was glad that he was going. My leftover malethoughts, memories and habits were conflicting with the hormones andurges.