..”So far, not nearly as bad as I thought.“Yeah, I think I can do that.” The night arrived and his friend showed up. He was wearing jeans with r...lled-up cuffs, and casual boots with a neon blue and green flannel. A walking stereotype.“Hi, nice to meet you,” he said leaning in and kissing me on the cheek.“Oh! Uhm, nice to meet you, too,” I kissed back awkwardly.We moved to the living room and made some small talk, how he and my husband knew each other, what kind of things he was interested in,. .---------------------------------------------------After chatting with his skittish wife on the phone I finally talked her into giving me their phone number. I was working night shift and it was time to go get me some lunch ;-) It was an hour drive and I barely found their place, but when I arrived I was hard in anticipation. I went up and knocked on the door, it slowly swung open to reveal a beautiful middle aged woman with nice curves.She invited me in and we sat on the couch together. There. Underage drinking? Hey, I'm guilty of that and so are all my friends. But blackmail? And actually, that thought hadn't really occurred to me, at least not consciously. I didn't contemplate what I'd ask for or make the woman do, I swear.Instead I thought of it as more of a prank, a way to get even for being kicked out of the boys locker room and stuck with a babysitter, because that's what she was and everybody on the team knew it. I had no doubt that somebody would start razzing me about it. So if I did stumble into an R’N’B or dance-pop music bar, I’d order a beer or a bourbon and then leave. It took a while to find the right bars to go to, and it took a while before I picked up any sort of action. By now my confidence was building within my new gay world.Eventually, on a Friday, I entered a newly opened bar, it had the rainbow flags out front but it had something different inside. 80’s Hair-Metal. The Hard-Rock vibe was what I preferred over and other bars. I sat down and.