"I know that you're thinking, probably even hoping that I would forget,or that we would not make you do this, but in the last few months youhave devel...ped some sort of attitude about girls. We're either stupid,silly, a work horse to serve you, or should be nothing more than anornament for a man. Well, none of that is true, and we, your father andI, both agree on this. Maybe, in order to change your ways, it's timethat you see things from our side of the fence! So, starting right now,and I'll. The next song was Elvis' 'Are You Lonesome Tonight?' I was to learn thatElvis was a big deal in Hawaii, apparently because of the filming ofthree of his movies there and a concert that he did there in theseventies that was broadcast world wide."You seem like you're having a good time," Mitch whispered as we danced."I am." I smiled, enjoying the feel of Mitch's embrace and the smell ofhis chest. We swayed and sang along until the song ended.When the song ended, we were headed off the dance floor. And it did. It occurred to me that the plans showed our storage room against the men’s side office washroom. Only three stalls their side. That night I checked out the last stall from the office side. Drilled a tiny hole for bearings and checked it out. Yes, I had shelves load in my storage room but easily moved them slightly and was able to get in behind them. Ok because I knew a few of the males in the offices, I thought well maybe, two of those guys were gay. So. I I was patient. Long story. He took me to a bench along the side of the house. He told me to sit on his lap and put my feet up on his legs. I sat down put my feet up, then he spread his legs. He picked up the bottle and squirted some on his hand and rubbed my butt. I felt his finger rub my hole then felt it push in. I leaned back, reached up, hugged his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. I loved the way it felt when he fingers my butt and strokes my dick. We sat there for twenty minutes or so when Mr. Donald said it.