It's okay buddy. Nothings gonna happen." I heard the chain rattle and unlatch. The door swung open and standing there in front of me was Mickie, still...in her Cat Woman costume, tears streaming down her face. My jaw dropped at least a couple floors. Mickie was, in reality, Michael. He backed away slowly... fearful of my reaction I suppose. This snapped me back into reality. "It's okay Michael," I said quietly. He turned away from me and began really sobbing now. I felt shitty, like I was the. If you’d come with me, I’ll have a bellman move your bags for you and we’ll move you in.” He was positively beaming as he spoke.He couldn’t have known about the previous night, or that maybe a bit more separation than he was offering might have been nice. Since he had already moved the one family out, we were stuck. We signed for our bill and stood up. The girls went with him to pack and supervise, while he detailed a clerk at the front desk to handle the paperwork with Tony and me. Now,. He also noticed that the large globe above was missing. He only smiled as he kind of approved the action. He got to the side wall, leaned back gently, unzipped his jeans noticing couple participants there relaxed and doing their activities. Now he could see, there were 3 men at the urinals. Two were relatively much younger around 30, one on either side while a big burly man in the middle looked at least 50 and he was being stroked by both of the youngsters. The two men, leaning against the wall. The place was actually quite successful. It was a feed store and hay place and the best for miles around, so business was pretty good. He didn't come right out and say what he was going to do when I turned 18, but from his innuendoes, it was clear that he intended to fuck me, and I expected he intended to test my limits, sharing me? Selling me? I didn't know his plans, I just knew it would not be easy money. That was plainly obvious by the leers I began to get as my senior year progressed..