‘It appears that I am infertile. Can you believe my luck? After all those years getting myself together, getting my confidence back, growing the bus...ness and finally marrying a gorgeous wife, I couldn’t make a baby of my own with her. Where’s the justice in that?’ ‘I’m so sorry,’ I said, thinking of our own parallel situation. ‘Was that what…?’ ‘What went wrong with our marriage?’ ‘Sorry. That was a bit personal,’ I blushed. ‘Not at all, you’re an old friend Wendy. My first love in fact. If I’m. “Is Dianna here?” Ms. Connor answered. “I’m a friend of hers and I want to get a few pairs of shoes for my friend, Suzy, here.” I hate that nickname and I cringed.“Oh, are you Ms. Connor? Ms. Dianna said you might be in today, but she isn’t here at the moment. I’m the store manager and she told me to give you the VIP treatment!” Chelsea replied enthusiastically.Ms. Connor didn’t seem impressed with Chelsea’s manager status, and she told the girl that we would browse around a bit and let her. Something deep in me knew she would be with me the rest of my life. And, if she chose to leave, I would fight her leaving with all my power. Why did I not want to say it then? Was it wanting to exercise power over her? Wanting her to surrender, to kneel passively by me, dependent on my generosity and love for her? Was it a fear of commitment? Perhaps something in the very essence of my maleness, a fear by me of being trapped, of surrendering freedom and control?And, there was something else. We decided that we were going to hang out that night. so later that night I decided to take a shower before leaving. when I got in I felt my penis begin to grow hard and thoughts of Dale on my friends was going through my head.Dale was 5'9 has blonde hair kind of shy and very athletic. he is pretty built with a nice six pack.I have never had any gay thoughts because I was straight. but I went with the thoughts and stroked my dick. I closed my eyes and the images of Dale kept going through my.