The busy streets of New Market are never lacking in sights that please the gay eye. As we entered City Mart, my eyes stopped on a guy in the Men’s s...ction. Before long, I realized Joy was eyeing him too. What happened next, left me dumbfounded.The guy, who was apparently busy choosing T-shirts, suddenly looked straight at Joy and winked with a smile on his face. I looked at Joy and found him smiling in return.“How did you do that?” I demanded as we came out of City Mart. What?” asked Joy. How. That's a order!As all site seems to be on strike since at least a week, again!I am truly amazed you did NOT notice it yet! Are you blind, boy?1 -- I posted up to ten or a dozen stories last Saturday 10/12/16 in English, a few in Dutch, none appeared so far. 2 -- Last few on Friday popped up empty, were so-called "this post was deleted or you aren't allowed to see it",which means NOT by ME, but You(rs) did it, on purpose or pure incompetence. I don't care at all, for MY legal rights. Completely. "You know," she said as the waiter picked up Nick's credit card, "we could really drive them crazy. You want to?"Nick smirked. This was the Blossom he always knew, the one who loved to pull the leg of stuffy people. With only a passing thought about pulling a practical joke in such a fancy place, he nodded his assent. "What do we do?" Just follow my lead," she said. The waiter brought the check back then; Nick signed off with a generous tip and rose from the table.Blossom slid out of her side.. When all other sexual daydreams failed to get me ready for action, she always won through.As she moved across to wait for her order, I hurriedly supplied the barista with my own, moving to intercept her. I smiled at her, knowing that I was much different now to the last time she had seen me; I had grown to full height, towering over her. My layers of puppy fat had been stripped away in the past decade. She smiled back at me, hesitant, wary of the stranger who was grinning at her like a.