"As to how it made me feel; I felt used and humiliated. I was there exclusively for his sexual pleasure as far as that bastard was concerned. He didn'... see me as a person. I was only a receptacle for his goo. I hated it, and I vowed I would never treat a fellow human the way he treated me."I didn't hate men when it was over, but I didn't trust them. I did hate him, and I dislike the way too many men treat other people, especially females," I explained."How do you feel about gay men?" one of the. Now, on to Chapter # 1Roger Clairet was college educated and had an uncanny instinct about business and about people. He was in deeply committed to, and in love with his wife, Laurel. They both exuded boundless sexual energy.It was by accident, years earlier, when Roger first met Patti Day at the Pittsburgh Airport ticket desk when they were both returning to New York. At the time, Patti seemed generally upset and confused by the bustle at the counter. Roger offered to straighten things out. "At least, I wouldn't do something like that unless she asked me to.I figured that this meant I'd have to demonstrate -- over time -- that I wasn't going to just assault Brenda, willy-nilly, whenever I was feeling a little horny. Oh, it was tempting. One evening, she was leaning over the kitchen stove, wearing only a long T-shirt and some scanty panties, and from my low-level vantage point, I could see London and France, pretty clearly. The temptation to walk over and nuzzle that tender little. I dug my heels into the soft sand to stop my swinging andlooked at my friend. "Hey, I didn't see ya trick-or-treating lastnight."Mark stared at the ground and started making spiral designs with histoes. "I kinda chickened out." With the setting sun right behind him,it was hard to read his expression, but the ache in his voice told meplenty. "That's a shame," I said, wishing I could think of something thatdidn't sound so lame. "You woulda made a cool Tinkerbell." Actually,when I'd seen him last.