Finally I arrived home. It was late Christmas Eve. The next day Catherine was coming over for lunch and I was going to her parent’s place for dinner... Preparations were well under way for lunch. I noticed that my mother only set three places. When I asked she looked at me as if I had two heads. She told me that Catherine had called her a week ago and said she wouldn’t be able to come. I was surprised. She hadn’t said anything to me at all. We had a nice lunch and then I prepared to go to her. ’ He said in a tight voice. The implied threat was clear and surprisingly I was somewhat offended. ‘Well, Mr. Thompson, I’m sorry if my story wasn’t as entertaining as yours. Apparently this day was not a good idea.’ I knew I didn’t stand a chance with him anyway, so once he expressed his thoughts on my parents it solidified my decision. I stood and asked him to take me home. ‘No,’ he said. Taken aback, I stared at him, ‘No, what do you mean, no?’ I asked. ‘I’m tired and I want to go home,. In a small backstreet was a nice café called something like “the river” which was run by Greek or Italian people. I was sitting having a coffee outside the café and noticed a number of men going into the shop next door – at least it looked like a shop but with a blanked front window. I decided this must be a sex shop and decided to have a look. I was surprised when I went it that it wasn’t a shop but a cinema club. The nice man in the pay office said it was gay cinema – and I was very pleased.. After a couple of drinks i was feeling pretty good and dancing with Raquel, after a while two guys started dancing with us they were about mid 20's as well handsome looking, but i didnt want to dance with no other guy. I notice Raquel and the other guy started dancing together so i figure what the hell its just a dance. After we stop dancing he got me a drink, his name was Alberto, anyways as i was having more and more drinks i started felling really good and honry, especially since i havent.