I think you will enjoy what I have in store for you!’ Dinah breached the threshold of her cell first and saw the rack and the table aligned with sev...ral different syringes. She began to squirm and try to back up, but Ian kept a strong grip on her, pushing her into the room as he grabbed both of her tiny wrists in his strong hand. ‘C’mon, Dinah. Don’t make this hard, baby. Let’s get this part over with and we can have a little fun, okay?’ His condescending tone infuriated Dinah. What she wasn’t. The next day was to be my first and I was determined to find some way to prove to those bastards that what I was doing was worthwhile and somehow, extremely masculine! After being shown round the salon, I was introduced to the members of staff. There was one clearly effeminate male, who overtly bragged to me about his blonde conquests. There was Teresa, whom I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with, after my little ogling session the day before and then the rest of the Saturday staff,. Now was the time to listen and understand.We sat across from each other at the table and after we'd each eaten a slice in silence I reassured him, "I just have some questions, son. Are you gay?" No," he said."Bi?" Not really." Not really?" I asked, "Can someone be partially bi?" It's not that simple," he said, unable to make eye contact with me."Is he blackmailing you?" No." Bullying you?" No."Now I was baffled. He had denied every reason I could think of for his being on his knees sucking. "What can I get you?" The barkeep asked."A Guinness, please." I answered.There was a bit of laughter and then he spoke."How about a Bud, Bud?"I ordered a Bud and sat there quietly. I felt uneasy, as I was the center of attention. I sucked down my beer quickly and walked out.I headed onto the street and looked around. I really didn't like what I saw.I headed out onto the boulevard. I passed a number of seedy looking bars and clubs. I just kept walking. I really wanted to disappear. I began.