Bummer.The next time my friend and I were going to the golf range and I offered to drive, if he would meet me at my place after work. He seemed pretty...happy to have me driving again. Still, as far as I could tell from either him or my wife nothing was happening.Suddenly I'm thinking it's true "third time's a charm". He asked if I wanted to go to the driving range again and offered to buy a couple of buckets of balls if I would drive. Suddenly my heart took one huge beat! Maybe this would be the. Her boyfriend, Moose, is out of town for the summer also," Betty agreed."Fine, fine. You take care of that," he told her. "Jeffrey will start is vacation next week, so you girls can start then, on Monday. And I'll pay you each eight hundred a week for... say six weeks. How does that sound?" Wow!" She exclaimed. "That... that would be great Sir. See you Monday then." Oh! And I would suggest that you girls bring a change of clothe. Washing the dogs will likely get you all wet," he suggested. "What a slime-ball," Matt said to me, noticing the bartender ogling me. "Our table should be ready soon. How are you? How was your day?" My day was good. How was yours?" And we started making small talk.Matt kept staring at me.Usually looking into my eyes, but sometimes letting his eyes wander downover my body. On occasion, he would brush his hand or arm against me.After some time, the hostess comes over to Matt. "Sir, your table isready. Please follow me," She was really cute, but Matt. After getting safely at home, and as I lie in bed, I began to think about what all had occurred this day. Part of me felt like I had been assaulted, yet, it gave me different feeling in which I actually enjoyed them seeing me, humiliating me, forcing me to do things, and the finger in my rectum actually felt good. As I thought about it, I wet my finger in pushed it in past the ring of my rectum into it’s inner depths. Now this was at a time, where homosexuality wasn't accepted as things are.