Samara was leaning forward to see around us guys, and looked admiringly at my wife’s breasts. “Okay, now it’s a guy’s turn,” Samara challeng...d. “You’ve seen one of us.” Rick hesitated. He must have felt like the odd duck, being the only homosexual in the room. Finishing my drink, I stood up suddenly. I put the empty glass down, pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts and underwear. I stood completely naked, facing the TV with its sordid scene of gay sex; my erection pulsing straight out. “How about I ask you twenty questions and see where we go from there.”“What for?”“It will be fun. Come on. Just do it.”“If you must,” she replied. Her face swung downwards back to her phone, and I saw her fingers flash over the buttons for a quick few seconds. I could tell she was only half interested, and played along with me just to pass the time of day. The TV show was not that enthralling anyway and we had both been upset when no-one turned for one of the artist that sang Jazz like it was. I let her lead the way across the room. Many a hand found its way up under her little skirt as we made our way to a table.We sat down and drinks magically appeared almost immediately. We looked up and noticed Gina on the stage. We've never actually seen her dance before. The only thing we've seen her do is seduce Kara on stage. Not that I'm not happy with that. I enjoy watching the show they put on just as much or maybe even more than all the other men in the room. After all, I know that when. How?”We sipped our coffee together. Helen took a drag of her cigarette. By now, it was just something that’s a part of Helen. She used it to gesture subtly into the kitchen.“Look at who found it. An artist and a mathematician; emotion and reason working in perfect harmony, love, and trust. No egos, no ulterior motives; no agenda other than ‘I really wanna learn how to do this cool thing with my best friend and fellow oblivious soulmate.’”Julie gave no response to that. She was at the sink, and.