He considered himself lucky to be away from that fiery box of pain where such binary choices had to be made. He considered it a part of the past now�...neither right nor wrong, with neither guilt nor regret—only tinkering with the notion that he may have erred and that he may not have erred at all, the ambiguity intriguing him but no longer potent enough to darken his day or stop him from once again visiting the diner before the sex addicts meetings. When he did so on a completely new day, he had. “ The bike messenger was uninterested, but Sally saw what she needed to. The handwriting. It was him.“Can you sign please, I am in a hurry”“Who is this to?”“The station” “huh, that’s nice”The cop said to no one in particular, and looked up as the door chimed and saw Sally walking out as fast as she could out the door. He shrugged and went back to doing whatever it was he had been doing.Sally knew she was in trouble. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do? . One event we decided to try was called the "Mad Man Makeover". The event was a beauty pageant where some of the guys would get dressed as girls. I conned my brother into participating to ensure we had participants. He acted as though he was not enthused, but he later confessed that he was quite excited about it. He borrowed a white satin dress from a girl friend of his at OSU. She was a perfect match for him size wise. Both of them were six foot, and she was as we used to say, "an Amazon".It. I put my hands on her jaws and looked at her beautiful red lips. I moved my head closer and bent down. Then I pressed my lips on hers and started to taste them. There was no resistance from her. She also started to kiss me back. It was a very slow long kiss. I loved it. We stopped kissing. We broke out. I felt some guilt and moved away from her.Keira grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. I kissed her again. This time our kiss was more passionate. I tasted her lower lips and my tongue was inside.