Heneeded a beer and walked into the kitchen to get one. The usually easy toopen twist off cap was a bit harder and hurt his hand. He needed to use ato...el to remove it. After taking a long drink he felt the urge to relievehimself. Funny but this was the first time today that he had to go. Hewalked into the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet when he realizedthat things were different."How the hell do you do this with a skirt?" he muttered as he reachedunder to find that he also had to deal. I reacted and asked for the food. During the dinner I was thinking about it. I finished eating. I paid, I left a tip and a small paper with my phone telling him that if he was interested, he could call me to leave.Two weeks passed, my phone rang and she said: my name is Angela, and I want to go out with you. I was happy, but I kept the seriousness. I told her that I went to the restaurant for the weekend to go dancing.The weekend arrived, we went dancing, we talked a lot and in the end I told. We talked about sex and girls for a while when one of them asked about being bisexual. I told them that I learned that I really liked sucking on dicks and even liked getting fucked in the ass. I explained that I had hooked up with several guys. I did not like kissing, but for me, it was just sex. I only wanted to suck cocks. They were all squirming around. They looked interested but nervous and excited. I could tell that several of them were getting hard from our conversation. One of them asked. Unsalvageable. Two people under one roof with two completely separate ideas of intimacy. How had they lasted this long. He was losing his whole life. She had turned away from him and walked out of the room. An overwhelming sadness descended over his thoughts as he tossed the massage pillow in the corner and tossed everything else into a nearby drawer. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t stand the thought of her creeping down the stairs, hoping against hope that he was already asleep so there.