Sandy was my best friend and so she kind of figured I should introduce her to Chris, or something. She hadn't come out and just said it, but she hinte... about stuff, you know. Like maybe she could hang out with me and my two boyfriends, especially Chris. She knew me and Mark were in love, but Chris was new. If all four of us were together and I kind of let Chris know it was okay, and then he'd like Sandy and then ... There was no way. But that was what she wanted, or what she expected maybe. Why. Only this sock was not of mine or my moogs, but from the pretty. Shocked and sicky, I launched backward on my boks, falling flat on the old caboose while gigglies sprang all around like burst pipes."We 'ave somethin' for you," came Wall's voice from above and as Your Humble Narrator sighted up to crow, down came an object of great solidity upon my plate. Horrorshow, my brothers, because the sticky sweet ran and the spots like fat, round, black fish swam before my sighters, and still the. I think we should all worry about them, but why are you worried about me?"I let out a sigh. I couldn't explain it to her, her modified memories wouldn't accept anything I said. She would have to figure it out. Then we could talk about why I was worried about her. "Get dressed, and you'll know."Before she could say anything else, I pressed my lips to hers. I held her to me and let her know how much I cared for her through our link. She melted into my embrace and I let her explore me with her. Once you come to an understanding with a man keep within the lines and give him what he needs and he will give you what you need. Simple concept but hard for a lot of queers to accept. If you step outside of a straight man’s comfort zone you can scare him off for good. My friend Ron of my Brick Hard article is one such guy. I met him late one afternoon cruising at a truck stop, blew him and gave him my number. He has come to my house on a few occasions but is more comfortable on neutral.