Restaurants whose frontages promise exclusivity butin truth are no more than jumped-up eating houses compete just as avidlyfor the undiscerning touris...'s wallet. Hoardings pour glamour and glitzdown upon a multitude infused with vim and vibrancy. Here you'reencouraged to feel you can remain one step ahead of the rest of thecountry simply by breathing in.Kerrie guides me along the polyglot Charing Cross Road to St Martin'sPlace, where I'm granted my first glimpse of Trafalgar Square in gettingon. Just the sight of the side of a breast would have me jacking my dick while I stared at the picture. So like any other teenage boy I jerked off a lot, as often as I could.Aside from stroking myself to a messy conclusion my next favorite thing to do was to go to the Saturday and Sunday matinees at the local theater which was only a block from where I lived with my widowed mother Jan, in a small five room ranch style house.My Dad had died in the Korean War in 1953 when I was only ten, so I. I groggily threw my shopping bags under the bed and stumbled to the door. Ron greeted me happily, then took notice of my exhausted condition. "Oh, man! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were sleeping!" he said apologetically. I mumbled something quite incoherent, then asked him if he wanted to come in. He said, "No. I was just about to go down to the pool and take a swim and wanted to see if you felt like coming." I looked at him and realized that he was wearing his swim trunks and an unbuttoned. It was a bittersweet moment. I knew Vic and Charlie, their relationship. They had been together a few years. Shit! We were neighbors at one time.Tonight, I was not on the job. My girl and I decided to blow off some steam, get drunk and maybe get lucky. I didn't expect to find Victor when I wasn't looking for him, but that's karma for you.Victor was my friend. We once served in the U.S. Navy together. Now I had to be a witness that he was fucking around behind his lover's back.On one knee, the.