"I said get busy faggot!" Jim said. "Unless you want the whole world knowing how I found you this had best be a wonderful blow job. The best blow job ...ou ever gave." I am not a faggot Jim." I said weakly."That is not what you were saying a minute ago faggot. I heard what you said, we all heard what you said." Jim laughed, pointing to the other men standing around the open door of the booth. "You said you were a cocksucker, that you wanted his cum, that you where a slut. Hell faggot, you begged. When Joe looked down into her eyes, lit up by the lights, that is when he knew. He just stared down, feeling as though he was gazing into the stars themselves. The weeks and months pressed on, each time Joe feeling himself fall deeper in love with her. Finally, in December, the day had come to put on the play. The show was a success and Joe and Charlotte went out to dinner to celebrate. At dinner, Charlotte looked so incredibly beautiful with her sparkling eyes and smiling face, that Joe began. He had a good solid body and he was reasonably graceful, at least he didn't step on her toes. His hair was black and well-trimmed, even if it was slicked down. She thought that his brown eyes were the color of a newborn fawn. In general she found enough to put him down as a possible suitor, one with financial potential.When they got to the rear of the garden Tommy suggested sitting on the bench. It was still twilight and she could easily see the house. She nodded her head and allowed him to. Painted my nails and toe nails red so I could wear a pair of open toed heels, very nice modern skirt and top, so now all set to see what if anything the night would bring. Then meeting time was 9:00 that evening, as I was about to leave my Hubby told me to give him a call if I decide the bring him home then he can prepare, and stay in the next room, I arrived at the bar about 2 minutes to 9:00, as I walked up to the entrance a thought struck me! How would I recognise him or he recognise me!.