"So who walloped her the hardest?" asked Tom. "I did!" cried Terri. "No, I did!" cried Mary. "Well one of you is lying," mused Tom, "and since I don't...know which I guessI'll have to punish you both. He took two sets of handcuffs out of his beltand had Terri and Mary stand with their hands behind their backs. The cuffs,which were obviously made for small people, clicked home neatly. Then he hadthe girls in need of discipline lie on the floor with their legs spread. Smallspreader bars were then. Finally Fred utters, “So he told you.”“No. Actually, I told him.”“No way! You mean you knew all along! You don’t miss a trick!”“Thank you, Fred. Yes, I’ve been the silent observer. I’ve also done some research. One in four men have this kind of attraction.”Angrily, but softly, “Who said anything about attraction!!!”“I’m sorry. I’m jumping ahead to quickly. I’ll back up. I’m the one who caught you staring. I think you hate this about yourself, but keep doing it.”Dead silence again. Finally Fred. I didn’t have much to my name but I was happy for what I had, a good job, nice home and while I didn’t like to boast, an ample package of almost thirteen inches long.My first day was uninterrupted, I brought in all my belongings, set up the small amount of furniture I’d decided to keep from my apartment and went to bed a bit early.(But while I slept, this conversation happened)A blonde woman stood in her kitchen, she was about 5’7’’ with long blond hair that fell to her shoulder blades, full. He took off his sweaty clothes and stepped in the shower, feeling the warm water wash away the layer of sweat. Shutting his eyes, he thought back to the court. Had he gotten his signals mixed? Maybe Flex was just a nice guy who wanted to hang out; maybe he happened to like James Baldwin because he was a great writer, not because he was a great gay Black writer. Maybe that hand caressing his cock wasn’t really caressing it; maybe it was just part of the game, maybe to make him miss his shot..