She also said that she would be a bit more comfortable if the room was a bit more private. She looked significantly at her father's briefcase as she a...ded that last bit. He nodded, and set the case on the table. As he opened the case and adjusted some device inside, she scanned the room for the camera she knew was there. She found it, pointed it out to her parents, then blocked it with her hat. Her father took a boxlike device out of his briefcase and walked around the room with it. He found. Apparently someone had set the timer and forgotten about it. Claire strode over to the table and punched the off button on the alarm mechanism.Then she glanced down at the body on the table. "Jeeze!" It was a middle-aged man and he was naked. But that wasn't what attracted Claire's attention. What made her stair was the stiff erection that he was sporting. His dick wasn't huge or anything but it looked fully erect and almost alive.Claire had seen cases like this before. Sometimes at the moment. Upon meeting most of these men later, they had mostly got married and were seemingly leading happy heterosexual lives.Many of the gay men I encountered in my life also had a taste for straight guys, who, according to them, could be ‘had’ for financial reward, or if the intake of alcohol was sufficient. This concept brings to mind the mirthful adage; that the difference between a straight man and a gay man is a six-pack of beers.In any case and before I begin to bore you to death, the point that. I was livid, so angry at him. I locked myself in my room for a week, and didn't speak to anyone, not even Isabella. “You know, you can come with Tony and me, Caitlin. We won’t mind at all, it’ll be fun!” She turns and looks at me, as if this is what I really want. “Right, because everyone just loves being the third wheel on a date. No, thanks, Izzy.” I grab my sweater, and throw it on. I kiss her cheek and dash out of the apartment, before she can protest. The ball she’s talking about, is.