We must have finished two more beers before she was able to find a Mr. Right type. I knew him from a class we shared and filed that vital info away fo... future use.Dear Diary: SundayOh my god, you will never believe the time I had last night. Jeeze it's 11:00 in the morning already and I'm scribblin' this before I zonk out again. I'm afraid I'll forget most of it by dawn's early light tomorrow. Right! I won't wake up until five or six in the p.m. better spew it out now!Seems I got so wrapped up. He told her to “sit with her hands on the table and not to move them at all no matter what.” She again did as she was told. He in turn calling over the waiter, who approached, and stood attentively. “Carlos, I want you to reach under madams skirt and check she is wearing my special jewellery. Without as much as a smile the tall Spaniard bent to his task, His cold hand sliding up to her sex along her leg, his cool touch finding both clamp grips, and then her clitorise, all without even a slight. Sighing Derrick thought this damn hunt and peck he was having to do to get information was irritating the hell out of him. "Conner," Derrick started."Yes Primary," Conner replied."Were there many ships lost in this area besides you, 0004 your wing mate and 0001?" Derrick asked.It was quiet for a short time, "No primary we were the only ships I have knowledge of here, as stated I lost my wing mate here along with 0001." Conner almost whispered.Hmmm so they did express feelings toward their wing,. It's not how I will think of you. You're Spencer. That's all. That's enough." Easy to say now," he muttered."When did you first think you might be gay?" I asked again.He shrugged, not looking up. "Maybe I've always known," he said quietly. "I don't think it really entered into my conscious brain until last year." What happened last year?" I prompted.He gave a short bark of humorless laughter. "Cynthia happened." Cynthia?" You remember her. Little Japanese girl I went out with last year?" Sure,".