..yeah,I fucking wish.I glanced over at him & he's got his free hand shoved in the pocket of his trackies & I swear he's groping his knob.As close to ...im as I was I noticed a faint sweaty odour coming off him,which I happen to LOVE.Hate when guys spray themselves with aftershave & deodorant.I had to clear me throat coz me mouth was bone dry." Er yeah,summat like that.Just soaking up some rays & chilling,watching the world go buy".He nudges me knee with his & laughs & says I must be out of work. Sally and I walked back into the main shop, holding hands,and were greeted by a crowd of women, all waiting for us. I looked downat the floor, unable to look into their judging eyes. Aunt Diana unhooked me from Sally so I could get my hair washed. Neverhad I ever been treated to a hair wash and it was wonderful. The girl'sstrong fingers worked into my scalp and I peed in my waiting diaper asshe rinsed it in warm water. I was starting to grow used to theconvenience of wetting myself whenever the. There was a musician playing some dance tune on a piano, and a quartet of girls trying out some steps.Three men sat smoking and observing the long legs of the dancers. The pianist didn't miss a note as David and his escort entered. The girls stared but didn't stop practising their routine. David, supported on either side, stood facing the three dance fans. The middle one called out "Enough of this gentlemen. Get our guest a chair." There was a scurry of activity, and David collapsed into a. "Did someone ask the fag something?" said J.D.She laughed again. "The fag talks too much." Hey!" I said, annoyed that she hadn't taken my side.J.D. looked at me sternly. "Why don't you go get us a pitcher of beer,sissy boy," he said to me. "Now run along."Chastened, I trudged to the bar. I got the attention of the 40-ish womanbehind the bar and said "Hi. J.D. would like a pitcher."She nodded. She looked at J.D., who had his hand on my wife's arm. He wasgrinning. She was laughing. I felt.