Often, on previous occasions, the splooge of the mega ejaculators taught me to be more cautious.In any case, I reckon that it’s about time for me to...get to the point of my story…One evening, when visiting the bar that I frequented at least twice a week, after sipping my first beer I found myself drawn to the holes of ecstasy upstairs. After making my way in that direction, a rather pleasant looking tall and lanky man seemed to be shadowing me. As I was about to close the cubicle door, he passed. A distant scream perhaps, like a woman calling for help.Boom! A gunshot erupted from the same area.I stood to my feet with pistol in hand. “What the hell is going on?”Crusher growled by my side.“Are we under attack?” Paul asked nervously. He crouched low to the ground with rifle at the ready.The men darted to find cover, while aiming their firearms in the direction of the gunshot knowing danger could be upon us at any moment.I scanned the area in search of a threat.Boom! Another gunshot. Inviting me in. Here I go.My 6 am fantasties of a teen sex comedy -- with young nubile and nakedwomen frolicing in the shower mist -- is quickly dispelled. The changingroom is empty, except for my new friend and me. Lockers line the walls,and the smells of sweat and a dozen floral perfumes mingle for an unholydominance. I swing my gym bag from my shoulder and make a show oflooking inside while I figure out what to do next. Should I keep talkingto this lady? Are changing rooms like ladies. Michael showered and changed while boiling water for spaghetti. When Ashley rang the bell, Michael was just draining the noodles. He opened the door with a smile. “Welcome gorgeous.” She eased in past him after planting a kiss on his lips. “Mmm! Smells really good.” Michael opened the wine she’d brought over and ushered her into the dining room. Their dinner conversation was lively-they had much in common: books, movies, music. Both finished, they moved to the living room for coffee. Sitting.