And so, not quite sure why, maybe led by some instinct or panicky shyness, I cramped the note into a ball and sneaked it into my pocket. Barista kept ...n cleaning with a very embarrassed look, not taking his eyes off the floor. Somehow I assumed that he must be very conscious of how unimpressed the green dress chic must be with his clumsiness. In my head, I did him a favour by hiding the note, since his pickup attempt wouldn't work anyway in such an unfortunate moment. Poor cute shy guy, I. Sighing, Derrick stared at the floor, then finally at Daisy and gave a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. ‘It’s okay, Daisy. Don’t look so upset, darlin’. We’re friends, right?’ At her nod, he continued, ‘And friends are happy for each other when something good happens for one another.’ ‘Yes, we’ll always be friends, Derrick. Great friends.’ She held out a hand to him but he just looked at it. Pushing away from the counter, Derrick swept Daisy up in a bear hug, and buried his face in her. Except for one night... I got to the gym around twelve. When I walked in, I was surprised to see another guy there. He was probably in his mid-thirties, real big, with a buzzcut and just spandex shorts on. The first thing I noticed about him was his massive bulge in the front of his shorts. I never considered myself gay, but I caught myself wondering what his cock looked like, what it felt like, tasted like. I tried to push the thought to the back of my mind and do my routine workout. . Remember, the guys had seen my wife on campus, and at the strip club. They knew that she had run full 26.2 mile marathons in most states of the USA (later all states). So, all three saw her as an athletic fuck muscle. The first guy was only the start of the football players doing a heavy workout on my wife. They literally wanted to beat her inside, with a musical rhythm, and with the power that they brought to their gridiron game. So, the thick 8 inch starter began smacking his 220 pound body.