He was standing way too close to me, so I quickly stepped to the side and told him "I'm not a fag!" and hurried away. I could hear him chuckle, but de...ided walking away was the best course of action.I was nervous and was trying to figure out what to do next, but the man went up to the register, paid for a few things and left. I was so relieved about not having to deal with him. I killed some time and then went up to the register to buy the poppers. I realized I still had the pink butt plug in. Why a high-school kid like himself?Mentally, Anne was already thinking about that. Men her own age bored her, like her ex-husband. There wasn't any sense of conquest, or especially corruption. For a year or more now, she'd fantasized turning on handsome boys like Jack so lewdly, they'd never forget her. And no matter who else they screwed or married, they could think back and say, "Wow, that sexy music teacher, Miss Hawkins, now that was an unforgettable experience, the wildest mouth and ass. Only a close up would have revealed Roger's puffy, red rimmed eyes and less than tight features. Drink was beginning to show more and more. If he didn't work on high steel construction, where he had to keep in shape, she knew he would be even worse. This week was the last chance for them. She had given him fair warning that if he continued drinking she would divorce him. He and Bobby had gone on ahead a week earlier to the lodge where they were to enjoy a short vacation, to do a little fishing.. Solid.”“Does being bossy make me less solid?” Lev asked.“I kind of like it.” Arwen turned to Tiffany. “What do you think?”“If it’s all things like, ‘save the drama for your mama,’ I’m good with it.” Tiffany laid her hand on Arwen’s lower back.Arwen looked at her. “Oh. James wanted me to remind you that our flight to Bharatpur is at nine and that it would be very expensive to miss it.”Tiffany looked at the wall clock, which read five minutes after seven. “Enough time to eat and get dressed if we.